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I Hope You Dance-Part5
Hey guys, it's Spencer, This is the newest part to my story. Thanks again for liking it. I know it doesn't seem to make since with all the dreamland part i do in it, but it's gonna make more sicne in the furture of this story. I can't wait till i can make a new story on this site (_) wellz, enough talking let's get on with the story (_). ---------------------------------------------------------------- "I Hope You Dance-Part 5" ---------------------------------------------------------------- I sighed in relife that it was Daddy who had caught Maggie's hand before she made contact with me. Maggie was the one with scare in her eyes now. I didn't know either to smile or feel sorry for her. Daddy: you put even one hand on my daughter, and I shall call the cops and have you thrown in jail for a assult on a young child who's not even your own! Maggie: well, when you little angel over here breaks us up by telling you a flat face lie! Then I'll do anything I damn want to her Michael! I am your girlfriend, don't you ever listen to me! Daddy: Oh, I listen to you when you want something from me! But, when my own daughter, her friends, and my own damn manager tells me you cheated on me...I'll listen to my daughter, her friends, and my damn manager! So don't give me any of that shit! My eyes and Maggie's were wide. This is the first time I have ever heard Daddy cuss or sound this angry before. It's actually pretty scary to hear him scream and cuss like he is now. Maggie: I never once cheated on you! Me: you freakin' lier! You did cheat on him! Me, Vicky and Kelly saw you and that stupid manager in the kitchen!! Maggie: I'm the lier. You are little miss mix trash! Oh, heck no! I know this itch with a b in front didn't just call me mix trash. Honey check yo self before I reck yo self! And trust me, I'll reck you into next week! Me: oh, I know yo skinny white, cheat on my Daddy, undearwear model, stank self did not, NOT just call me mix trash! Honey, please, only trash I see in this very room and house is the one my Daddy is holding back from hitting me in the face or any other part of me! Now, I don't know what mighty horse you freakin got dropped off, but I know you betta go find that horse and get your skinny butt back on it and just ride off! Beacuse: 1.) we don't need you here! 2.) You hurt my daddy! And 3.) You better gett outta hurr before I beat yo white butt for calling me mix trash! Because I don't care if your older then me, you call me trash and diss my race, I'll mess up you and your pretty face no matter how older you are then me! Daddy and Maggie both had shock on their faces. But, I feel soooo much better for gettin things I wanted to say toher out of my head. So, that's sorta off of my little chest. I mean little, I got nothin' up top lol...but that's normal for a 7-year-old I hope. Maggie had left. And I was sure it was for good out of my and Daddy's life. ___________________2 weeks later________________________________ Daddy had a business trip to Mississippi today. And it's to dicuss his BAD Tour coming up pretty soon. And to tell you the truth the whole thing is BORING!!! Well, at less I got Vicky and Kelly here with me. I'm not that board anymore. But, it kinda is when your friends are either reading(Kelly) and also Writing(Vicky) and you are just sitting crossed legged between them, then HECK YES YOUR BOARD OUT OF YOU FREAKIN DANG MIND!!! I looked over at Vicky and saw she was writing some type of song. She had the title name was "Hard". I was thinking that is one strange name for a song. But, hey, it's her song. I was reading what she wrote. And she looked up at me and saw I was reading it. She showed me what she was writing and I was reading it. So...I guess you can say me and Kelly are reaidng now. I gotta say it's actually a good song. When we finally made it to Mississippi I was so HAPPY!!! It was great to be out of the plane. Daddy didn't know me and the girls snuck off while we he was talking with Frank about meeting on of the producers to the one of the next places the BAD Tour will take place here in Mississippi. Me and the girls were goofing around. I was glad Kelly, me and Vicky has brought our cameras so that we can take pictures to remember what happened here after we got out of Los Angelas. We were coming up to the town part of Mississippi when Vicky and me just radomly just bust out singing her song "Hard". Well, only a few parts we can remember. Or...that we like the parts we were singing. And Kelly was covering her ears trying to block us out. Me and Vicky: All up on it Know you wanna clone it Ain't like me That chick to phoney Ride this beat, beat, beat like a pony Meet me at the top (top, top) Gettin' lonely Who think they test me now Run through your town Ill shut it down Brilliant, resilient Fan mail from 27 million And also this part: Me and Vicky: Where dem girls talkin' trash Where dem girls talkin' trash Where they at, where they at, where they at? Where dem bloggers at Where dem bloggers at Where they at, where they at, where they at? Where your lighters at Where your lighters at Where they at, where they at, where they at? Kelly: (turning around looking at us) WILL YOU TWO SHUT WITH THE WHERE DEM GIRLS TALKIN' TRASH...BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!!! I can say I love Kelly, but when me and Vick is singing, don't mess with me and her while we are! I know it's pretty funny, but me and Vick love to sing. We were walking more when I felt a hand slap me on my behind. I was wondering who on earth did that. I turned around and saw a black boy with a almost look like afro hair that was parted; but it looked like it was like that since he was born. He was wearin a white T-Shirt and a baggy blue jeans. He had on black shoes. I was wondering why in God's name did he smack me on my booty!!! he looked like a year older then me(PS: when me and D-Extra was about 7 and 8 he actally did this to me because on of his cuzins dared him to when we were at his 13th b-day. He's cuzin's lol) ???: hey there sweet thang. Me: hey, I ain't no sweet thang, and I would like if yo hands don't touch here (points to checks) and here! (points to my behind) You got that! ???: yeah, yeah, yeah. Vicky: yo, hold up now! Kelly: yeah, don't be smackin' her booty if you don't know her! ???: Sorry...geez. Sorry, what ya names? Me: I'm Spencer May; just Spencer. Kelly: I'm Kelly. Vicky: I'm Vicky. ???: Nice to meet ya. Me: you, too. But what's your name? ???: My name is D-Extra. Kelly: isn't that suppose to be Dextra? (Dex-tra) D-Extra: no. it's D with a line and then Extra, D-Extra. Vicky, Me and Kelly: oooooooooh. D-Extra: (laughing) I get that alot. Me: Oh, that's okay, you see normaly because my name is Spencer May or Spencer, I'm called Spencey May or Spen--- Daddy: SPENCER MAY JACKSON, YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE YOUNG LADY!!!! To Be Continued ---------------------------------------------------------------- Well, there was the next part to "I Hope You Dance" I hope you guys liked it (_) The new part should be here soon. And we're gonna see what happens after we come back. Now, I need at less 9+ votes to come up with the new part (_). Till next time.
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