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W.D's Story*2*
*hereâ??s part 2!!!* Whittneyâ??s mouth hung open looking in disbelief. Michael Jacksonâ?¦the Michael Jackson was sitting right beside her. His hand in her hand. And his other hand still holding a strand of her curly hair. She felt her face heat up. Her eyes was still wide. Michael chuckled and reached over and closed her mouth by gently putting two fingers under her chin. Her face heated up againâ?¦but this timeâ?¦redder. Michael saw her face so red as a fire truck. He chuckled silently to himself. Wow, he thought, this girl went through so much. And she still looks as if she has enough fight left in her. Michael let the curl he held fall back in place with the others. He looked over her. pale white skin, bright emerald green eyes, and her curly brown shoulder length hair. Michael hated to see her like this. She went through everything a 4-year-old shouldnâ??t go throughâ?¦and sheâ??s going through something that could cost her. Michael must have thought Whittney knew what he was thinking because she took her hand from his and looked down at her hands sitting on her lap. Michael smiled to himself. The nurse left the room and left the two of them in the room. This thought was going through Whittneyâ??s mind. Oh, my God, she thought panicked, Michael Jackson is in my roomâ?¦he tough my hair and held my handâ?¦and he keeps staring at meâ?¦he must think Iâ??m a freak. Great my chance meeting my favorite singer and he thinks Iâ??m a freak. This is the worst day in all the worst day I ever had in my life. Michael chuckled. Whittney snapped out of it and turned her head to him. (Whittney):what is it? (Michael):oh, nothing.*places her notebook down* (Whittney):hey, thatâ??s my song book. Donâ??t touch. (Michael):sorry. (Whittney):what were you laughing at?*picks it up* (Michael):hey you said donâ??t touch. (Whittney):I know but itâ??s my book.*sticks tongue out* (Michael):you seem to like â??Blame it on the boogieâ?? and â??Dancing Machineâ??. (Whittney):donâ??t laugh. Then youâ??ll be like Natalia. (Michael):Natalia? (Whittney):my best friend from the foster care center. She got a family 2 months before I came here. I still talk to her. And she comes to visit me everyday. Thatâ??s one thing that brightens up the hospital. For me. (Michael):*laughing*hospitals arenâ??t that bad, Whittney Diana. (Whittney):W.D.â??s the name. and hospitals arenâ??t my game. (Michael):*turns to the next page to see it covered in 2 songs from â??Off The Wallâ??*wow. â??Off the wallâ??, â??donâ??t stop till you get enoughâ??, â??sheâ??s out of my lifeâ??. (Whittney):yeah. But I love â??Sheâ??s out of my lifeâ?? the most. I made my own version of it. (Michael):what do you call it? (Whittney):umâ?¦â??Heâ??s out of my lifeâ??*blushes alittle* (Michael):can you sing it for me? (Whittney):sure. Whittney folded her book to the lyrics to her song. She was a little embarrassedâ?¦she was about to sing her song she thought was corny to her idolâ?¦she gulped. Michael chuckled. He patted her back. She knew it was to tell her to be scared. She smiled and breathed in and out. She looked at her lyrics and started to sing.(I got these lyrics from my cousin Caitlyn) (Whittney):*singing* Heâ??s out of my life Heâ??s out of my life And I donâ??t know whether to laugh or cry I donâ??t know whether to live or die And it cuts like a knife Heâ??s out of my life Itâ??s out of my hands Itâ??s out of my hands To think for 2 years He was here And I took him for granted, I was so cavalier Now the way that it stands Heâ??s out of my hands So Iâ??ve learned loves not possession And I loved wonâ??t wait Now I learned loves needs expression But Iâ??ve learned too late And now Sheâ??s out of my life Sheâ??s out of my life Damned indecision and cursed pride I kept my love for him Locked deep inside And it cuts like a knife Heâ??s out of my life Hmmmmâ?¦.mmmmm She licked her lips and bite her bottom lip. She turned to Michael who was wiping tears from his eyes. She was feeling bad about it now. Her and Michael talked what seemed like hours. Michael told her he had to go. Whittney was upset. She looked down sad at her hands folded in her lap. Michael saw her side face. His face must have been the same way. He knelt down beside her. He took her hand. (Michael):how about I came by and talked to you tomorrow? (Whittney):I would love that, Michael. Michael hugged Whittney goodbye. When he left she couldnâ??t help but fall back on her side. Tears fell from her eyesâ?¦â?¦if only Michael or anyone knew what that song meant. She curled up with her covers and closed her eyes tightâ?¦she tried to block out her fatherâ??s faceâ?¦and what came out of itâ?¦she wished she could see his face again and not her fathers. If only she could turn back time. If only. Maybe she should tell Michael tomorrow. If she can take itâ?¦or if he will think differently of herâ?¦she hopes he will understand all she went throughâ?¦all. *there was part 2. Part 3 will be here soon* (Hayden)
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