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Beat It My Version-Part1

Hey Guys, this is a new story I thought of writing. I hope you all will enjoy. It's not that great, but I hope you all enjoy again. :) Here we go!
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My name is Vivian Brookes. I'm 15-years-old. I live in Brooklyn, NYC. I live with my Aunt who works at the diner/pool club. Thing about living in Brooklyn right now, you gotta few gang members. The year is 1983. My Aunt was at work today, and I was in my room reading on my bed when I heard a knock on my window. I looked up from my book to see Michael standing there. I smiled and went to open the window. Michael is 23, and this is what he looked like: http://straightfromthea.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/83_03_09_beat_it_11.jpg
I opened it and hoped in. You see, my Aunt doesn't want me handing out with Michael cause he's a leader to one of the gangs here in NYC.

Me: Michael what the freak?
Michael: What?
Me: What in the world are you doing here? You know my Aunt doesn't like you being here!
Michael: Yeah, (jumps on my bed) but I thought since we're friends why not come over and visit.
Me: Michael (sighs and shakes my head)
Michael: aww, you love me.
Me: (jumps on the bed with him) That my friend, is the biggest understatement I have ever seen or heard! (laughing)
Michael: (laughing)

Michael and I just staid in my room talking with one another. I actually have a thing for Michael, and it really seems he might for me too...wait, he's my friend. He don't have feeling for me. And I'm sure he could never have a thing for me. I'm way to young for him. We continued talking till we heard what sounded like someone coming up the steps. He jumped off my bed and started heading to the window. I had to laugh cause he almost fell out the window.

Me: Michael...I'll never get you. I swear I'll never get you.
Michael: (laughing) Yeah, your probably right.
Me: Micheal, get out! (pushing him out of the window)
Michael: (laughing going down the staircase)

I watch him walk down the stairs into the streets watching him run away. I shook my head and closed the window just as I started going in. I turned around and saw my Aunt standing there with some of the left over cakes from today. I was a little nervous. What if she heard me talking with Michael.

Aunt B: What are you doing, Vivian?
Me: Oh nothing Aunt B, I thought I heard something.
Aunt B: (comes to the window to see Michael running down the streets) Him again. That boy is nothing but trouble. You better stay clear of him you understand me?
Me: Y-yes Aunt B...
Aunt B: Good girl. Now (hands me the chocolate cake) I saved your favorite piece of cake from the diner. (kisses my forehead)
Me: Thanks Aunt B.
Aunt B: Your welcome hunny. (goes downstairs)

I sat on my window eating my cake, hoping that nothing else goes wrong. But what I guess was wrong. I started getting ready for bed that night and started hearing gunshots outside. Then I rushed to my window to see Michael and his crew fighting another gang. I thought Michael wasn't gonna get hurt till I saw him turn around and then...

BOOM...

Michael was shot in the back...

Me: (lefts my window up going down the staris) MICHAEL!!!
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To Be Continued...

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