michael and debbie

Michael Jackson's voice:

"I've always wanted to be able to tell stories, Du know, stories that came from my soul. I'd like to sit Von a feuer and tell people stories make them see pictures, make them cry and laugh, take them anywhere emotionally with something as deceptively simple as words. I'd like to tell tales to Bewegen their souls and transform them. I've always wanted to be able to do that. Imagine how the great writers must feel,knowing they have that power.I sometimes feel I could do it.It's something I'd like to develop.In away,somewriting uses the same skills,creates the emotional highs...

"She doesn't mean that and she can't wait to marry you,Mrs. Davis reassured Jason. "Right, Ayanna? Tell him that Du still want to marry him.",she said,looking at her daughter, who was glaring at him.

"He makes me sick and I never want to see him again.", sagte Ayanna coldly.

"Ayanna!"

"I mean it and I really wish that Du would stay out of it because this is between me and Jason! It doesn't have anything to do with you!", she cried and ran upstairs.

"How dare Du speak to me in that way! I am your mother!", sagte Mrs. Davis and tried to go upstairs after her, but Breanna stopped her.


"Mom, you're...

2011, June 25th
I was walking to the nearest store around the block. 2 guys were checking me out. "Beat it suckers." I said. "Sassy, can we talk alone for a sec?" One of them say. "Ok, but if this is something sexual, then get the heck outta here." I sagte leading them Von the dump.

"You know my homeboy right?" The taller one said. "Huh?" I said. He got out a stake and put it in my stomach. "That's whatchta get for lockin him up." The short one said. " You're, going, to, hell" I sagte in a very weak voice. And everything went black.

Next thing I know, I'm on a white floor, there are stairs, angels....