Rosabel reluctantly followed Matron Helen into the cold, stone cellar at the bottom of the orphanage. The only things in the cellar were a few chairs, a cupboard and a small table. Rosabel glanced quickly at the thick steel rod into Matron Helen's hand then kept her eyes on her socks. She knew what was coming. Suddenly, she felt a fat hand twist her arm and a second later she felt the cold sting of the metal rod smacking her skin. It happened nineteen more times and each time Rosabel screamed for help, even though she was sure that no one could hear her. Eventually, Matron Helen stopped beating Rosabel and left her alone with the door locked, sobbing hard in the corner of the room.
Meanwhile, upsatirs all the other children were finishing their chores early and gtting ready for Michael's visit.
"Alright, everyone into the living room and stay put!" Matron Hazel yelled.
While the children filed into the living room, Matron Hazel told the other Matrons about the fight that Rosabel had gotten into and that they shouldn't go looking for her. Suddenly there was a knock at the old front door. Audible whispers of excitement came from the living room. Matron Isabelle rushed to the door and opened it to a man with curly shoulder length black hair, fair skin and big, deep brown eyes. He was surrounded by about 5 people holding cameras.
"Mr Jackson!" Matron Isabelle exclaimed. "Come in, the children are waiting."
"Thank you." Michael said, stepping into the orphanage.
Matron Isabelle led Michael into the living room where nearly all of the children screamed how much they loved him as soon as he appeared at the door. Michael smiled and sat down on the small sofa in front of all the children and cameras. Suddenly a small girl with red hair ran forward and sat down next to Michael. Then a little boy did the same. Eventually all the children had tried to get a place as close to Michael as possible.
"Erm, Mr Jackson?" Matron Isabellle said.
"Please, call me Michael." Michael said with another smile.
"Well okay then, Michael, the children here made this gift for you."
She handed him a small brown parcel tied with white string. Michael examined it for a moment then opened it and found himself holding a scrapbook. On it the first page it said:
Dear Micahel,
The children here made you this scrapbook as a gift to remember us by since we don't get many visitors. All the staff and children here love you very much.
From the staff and children at All Smiles Orphanage
Michael flipped through the pages and saw pictures of the children and poems and letters for him. In the pictures he noticed a little blonde girl that he didn't see sitting in front of him. He reckoned she had already been adopted though. After Michael had finished looking through the scrapbook he took a picture with each of the children and one with the staff then started to get ready to leave.
"Thank you very much for my scrapbook." He said when he was by the front door and with that Michael and the photographers left.
When the front door closed all the children immediately started talking to each other about their encounter with the King Of Pop. Except one. Harvey was sitting in the corner of the room, feeling lonely and sad. He was sad because Rosabel had missed Michael's visit and he knew how upset she'd be.
Suddenly, he got an idea. Harvey checked to see if anybody was looking, then ran into the hallway and out the front door. Across the street, he saw Michael just about to get into his car.
"Michael!" Harvey yelled. "Michael, come back!"
Michael turned around and saw Harvey waving at him from across the street. Michael looked left and right then quickly ran across the street to Harvey.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Michael, you need to come back."
"Why?"
"You haven't met my best friend yet. She's the one who loves you the most out of all of us."
"Really?"
"Yes, will you come back?"
Michael paused for a moment then agreed to go with Harvey.
Harvey led Michael to the back of the house where they entered through the back door and went down to the cellar.
"The keys must be here somewhere." Harvey muttered once they were at the cellar door.
"Are they these ones?" Michael asked, pointing a bunch of keys hanging on a hook close to the ceiling.
"Yes they are, but how are we going to get them?"
"Get on my shoulders." Michael said after a moment of thinking.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure, don't worry about it."
Michael got down on his hands and knees and Harvey put his legs around his shoulders, then Michael slowly stood up.
"Can you reach them?" Michael asked.
"Almost, move a little to the left." Harvey replied.
"How about now?"
"I got it!" Harvey exclaimed.
Michael put Harvey back on the floor and let him unlock the door. When the door was open, the two of the them walked into the cold room to find a little girl's body lying in a heap in the corner.
Meanwhile, upsatirs all the other children were finishing their chores early and gtting ready for Michael's visit.
"Alright, everyone into the living room and stay put!" Matron Hazel yelled.
While the children filed into the living room, Matron Hazel told the other Matrons about the fight that Rosabel had gotten into and that they shouldn't go looking for her. Suddenly there was a knock at the old front door. Audible whispers of excitement came from the living room. Matron Isabelle rushed to the door and opened it to a man with curly shoulder length black hair, fair skin and big, deep brown eyes. He was surrounded by about 5 people holding cameras.
"Mr Jackson!" Matron Isabelle exclaimed. "Come in, the children are waiting."
"Thank you." Michael said, stepping into the orphanage.
Matron Isabelle led Michael into the living room where nearly all of the children screamed how much they loved him as soon as he appeared at the door. Michael smiled and sat down on the small sofa in front of all the children and cameras. Suddenly a small girl with red hair ran forward and sat down next to Michael. Then a little boy did the same. Eventually all the children had tried to get a place as close to Michael as possible.
"Erm, Mr Jackson?" Matron Isabellle said.
"Please, call me Michael." Michael said with another smile.
"Well okay then, Michael, the children here made this gift for you."
She handed him a small brown parcel tied with white string. Michael examined it for a moment then opened it and found himself holding a scrapbook. On it the first page it said:
Dear Micahel,
The children here made you this scrapbook as a gift to remember us by since we don't get many visitors. All the staff and children here love you very much.
From the staff and children at All Smiles Orphanage
Michael flipped through the pages and saw pictures of the children and poems and letters for him. In the pictures he noticed a little blonde girl that he didn't see sitting in front of him. He reckoned she had already been adopted though. After Michael had finished looking through the scrapbook he took a picture with each of the children and one with the staff then started to get ready to leave.
"Thank you very much for my scrapbook." He said when he was by the front door and with that Michael and the photographers left.
When the front door closed all the children immediately started talking to each other about their encounter with the King Of Pop. Except one. Harvey was sitting in the corner of the room, feeling lonely and sad. He was sad because Rosabel had missed Michael's visit and he knew how upset she'd be.
Suddenly, he got an idea. Harvey checked to see if anybody was looking, then ran into the hallway and out the front door. Across the street, he saw Michael just about to get into his car.
"Michael!" Harvey yelled. "Michael, come back!"
Michael turned around and saw Harvey waving at him from across the street. Michael looked left and right then quickly ran across the street to Harvey.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Michael, you need to come back."
"Why?"
"You haven't met my best friend yet. She's the one who loves you the most out of all of us."
"Really?"
"Yes, will you come back?"
Michael paused for a moment then agreed to go with Harvey.
Harvey led Michael to the back of the house where they entered through the back door and went down to the cellar.
"The keys must be here somewhere." Harvey muttered once they were at the cellar door.
"Are they these ones?" Michael asked, pointing a bunch of keys hanging on a hook close to the ceiling.
"Yes they are, but how are we going to get them?"
"Get on my shoulders." Michael said after a moment of thinking.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure, don't worry about it."
Michael got down on his hands and knees and Harvey put his legs around his shoulders, then Michael slowly stood up.
"Can you reach them?" Michael asked.
"Almost, move a little to the left." Harvey replied.
"How about now?"
"I got it!" Harvey exclaimed.
Michael put Harvey back on the floor and let him unlock the door. When the door was open, the two of the them walked into the cold room to find a little girl's body lying in a heap in the corner.
It,s been forever since I saw you dance and heard you sing ONE MORE CHANCE
Eternity I think or so it seem, since I heard you sing BILLIE JEAN
Tears fall down my face the most when I watch the movie you called GHOST
When I hear you sing BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR my lips move sftly as i say I LOVE YOU MORE!!!
The love pounds deep inside of me, when I see you concert HISTORY
Lust pours through me with all its might, when I watch you sing BLACK AND WHITE
I knew you weren,t just a passing fad, as soon as i saw your cute face sing BAD
If I could talk to you on the phone, I would say Michael YOU ARE NOT ALONE
I wish we together just us two, cause darling Michael I JUST CANT STOP LOVING YOU!!!!!
Michael, we remember and appreciate
as you gave happiness to others ...
He did not like everything
He was alone in the whole wide world
He taught us to be kinder
He appealed to protect the planet.
Appreciate the love, doing good
contempt for revenge
forgave the insult, he loved life,
Preserved word of honor.
His eyes filled with deep
unearthly warmth
In his eyes concealed life
a hard life.
About him in the newspapers wrote
Just slander and lies
he wanted to humiliate,
What magazine did not take.
Michael is gone forever,
Nobody really does not return
He remained in the hearts
He's never in them will not die.
Day passes for the day ...
I still want to find the answer:
Why do people appreciate
When they are no longer close?
PS
I know Michael, your life is not in vain
You just wanted to give children the happiness
You tried to awaken within us human
You'll always be king of the 20 th century!
as you gave happiness to others ...
He did not like everything
He was alone in the whole wide world
He taught us to be kinder
He appealed to protect the planet.
Appreciate the love, doing good
contempt for revenge
forgave the insult, he loved life,
Preserved word of honor.
His eyes filled with deep
unearthly warmth
In his eyes concealed life
a hard life.
About him in the newspapers wrote
Just slander and lies
he wanted to humiliate,
What magazine did not take.
Michael is gone forever,
Nobody really does not return
He remained in the hearts
He's never in them will not die.
Day passes for the day ...
I still want to find the answer:
Why do people appreciate
When they are no longer close?
PS
I know Michael, your life is not in vain
You just wanted to give children the happiness
You tried to awaken within us human
You'll always be king of the 20 th century!
A judge has ruled that witnesses will NOT be allowed to discuss Michael Jackson's child molestation case during Dr. Conrad Murray's manslaughter trial.
L.A. County Superior Court Judge Michael Pastor said any testimony relating to the molestation case is irrelevant -- and would be distracting and misleading to the jury.
The judge also banned Arnie Klein from testifying -- after prosecutors argued the defense would try to blame the dermatologist for the death ... and take away attention from the man on the hot seat -- Dr. Murray.
L.A. County Superior Court Judge Michael Pastor said any testimony relating to the molestation case is irrelevant -- and would be distracting and misleading to the jury.
The judge also banned Arnie Klein from testifying -- after prosecutors argued the defense would try to blame the dermatologist for the death ... and take away attention from the man on the hot seat -- Dr. Murray.
do this " Ti say " lest kill them all" Michael say " yes" Michael and boys and went to kill the boss and bad team and they won yea so the cops story is over sry.
Well...I haven't written this story in 4 months!!! But.. MJMusicRox, Inspired me to finish the next chapter. ^_^ So, I think I will. There are 9 Chapters so far. So...If you haven't read all the chapters...Maybe you can read them? Tell me what you think? Personally I didn't even think it was a good story. But some people said they liked it...Lol. I wrote it for fun. So...I'll re-read over all the other chapters...Because I don't remember all that happened. XD Kay...Bye! <3
~Mccala
p.s I have this thing on my computer now that checks the spelling...Less mistakes!
~Mccala
p.s I have this thing on my computer now that checks the spelling...Less mistakes!
August 29 came the birth of a boy
He would later fill the world with joy
The year was 1958
This boy was going to be something great
the years went by he learnt to sing and dance
Anyone who saw him was put in a trance
"He is fantastic" they would say real keen
Never such talent had been seen
As he grew older he became more beautiful
And everything he did was simply delightful
The man I speak of
The man I love
Was sent to us from up above
Michael Jackson is his name
Never will anyone have such fame
you are my angel I will love you FOREVER
My heart will leave you Michael NEVER×××××
He would later fill the world with joy
The year was 1958
This boy was going to be something great
the years went by he learnt to sing and dance
Anyone who saw him was put in a trance
"He is fantastic" they would say real keen
Never such talent had been seen
As he grew older he became more beautiful
And everything he did was simply delightful
The man I speak of
The man I love
Was sent to us from up above
Michael Jackson is his name
Never will anyone have such fame
you are my angel I will love you FOREVER
My heart will leave you Michael NEVER×××××
The home where Michael Jackson lived during his stint in Vegas is opening it's doors to fans for the FIRST TIME EVER tomorrow to commemorate the anniversary of MJ's death ... TMZ has learned.
A rep for the home tells us ... "the Estate will be opened to the public, for the first time, for only four hours for those who wish to pay their respects and to mourn his loss on this, the Second Anniversary of [MJ's] passing, June 25, 2011."
The rep explains, "We will strive to give you a glimpse into his private life and home; to allow you to walk where he walked, to see what he saw, to breathe the same air that he breathed and…to be inspired."
We're told "strict security measures" will be in effect -- and water will be provided ... because it can get pretty hot in the desert. .
The rep adds, "Your messages of love, prayers, gifts and flowers will be lovingly preserved in situs until Sunday."
A rep for the home tells us ... "the Estate will be opened to the public, for the first time, for only four hours for those who wish to pay their respects and to mourn his loss on this, the Second Anniversary of [MJ's] passing, June 25, 2011."
The rep explains, "We will strive to give you a glimpse into his private life and home; to allow you to walk where he walked, to see what he saw, to breathe the same air that he breathed and…to be inspired."
We're told "strict security measures" will be in effect -- and water will be provided ... because it can get pretty hot in the desert. .
The rep adds, "Your messages of love, prayers, gifts and flowers will be lovingly preserved in situs until Sunday."