"Wait, you're Michael Jackson's parents, right?" Tom asked. I was to shocked to make a sound.
"Yes, sweetie, we are," Mrs. Jackson laughed. I put my head back, put my hands over my face and screamed softly. I lifted my head back up and found a girl my hieght standing in front of us. She had long brown hair, like mine. She looked at me like i was a maniac, which I probably am.
"Um, Grandma, can we leave soon?" She asked politley.
"Yes, Sugar," she looked at me and Tom, "Do you guys want to stay for lunch? We could put a wrap and ice on your ankle."
"Uh," I still couldn't talk.
"Sure, we'd love to." Tom answered for me. The man in the suit came up to me and carried me to a big, black car. Tom and the others followed close behind. The man set me down softly before getting in the drivers seat. Tom sat in the back behind me and the three kids filled the rest of the empty spots. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson didn't get in.
"Grandma and Grandpa drive thier own car," the tallest boy read my mind. I nodded my head in and understandng way. I looked back at Tom. He nodded his head towards the other boy in the car. I looked at him in the front seat. I could only see the back of his head. His brown hair curved slightly at the end. He was playing on his phone, totally oblivious to the world.
We didn't drive long before we got to the house. I was amazzed by how big it was. A fence surrounded the house and the yard was huge! The car stopped by a big fountain. The kids jumped out and ran inside. Tom followed, but stopped when he got out of the car.
"I can carry her," Tom told the man in the suit. I really don't like to be carried around; it makes me feel like a wimp. The man in the suit showed us to the kitchen, where the kids were already makeing sandwiches.
"What kind do you guys want?" The taller boy asked.
"Um, butter and jelly," I said as Tom let me rest on the counter.
"What are you're guys' names, anyways?" Tom asked.
"I'm Prince, that's Paris, and- Wait, where's Blanket?" Prince looked around for the younger one.
"I'm right here." Blanket came from behind the counter, looking up at me like i might hurt him.
"Nice to meet you all," I smiled sweetly and used the softest voice I could manage. Blanket made an escape to Paris.
"He's shy," Paris smiled weakly, looking at Tom. Tom smiled at her and looked at me, behind his back. He rolled his eyes. I covered my mouth to hide a smile.
We made our sandwiches and ate in silence. After lunch, Mr. Jackson showed me an empty room in the basement not even Mrs. Jackson knew about. It was cold and only had one light.
"I've saved this room to train Prince to become a wrestler," Mr. Jackson smiled to himself. "Of course, his grandmother would kill me." I giggled.
"So what are you going to do with the room?"
"When I heard that you get in a lot of street fights I knew I could make you better."
"The only problem is, my ankle is messed up," I pointed and lifted it up.
"When it's healed give me a call." Mr. Jackson smiled and offered his arm to help me back up stairs.
*Game room*
"Prince, I'm going to kick your butt!" Tom yelled as I walked in. Blanket and Paris were playing a lego Star Wars game on the other T.V., while Prince and Tom played Call of Duty.
"Hey, Cary, do you know how to get pass this place?" Paris asked, handing me the remote.
"Um, sure...?" I sat down on the couch and went through the level in less than five minutes. Okay, that's an exageration, but it felt like that.
"How'd you beat that so quickly?" Prince came up behind me.
"I used to play this all the time before I moved." I answered, handing the remote back to an awstruck Paris.
"I challenge you to a Call of Duty game then," Prince smiled at me and offered his hand out.
"Yes, sweetie, we are," Mrs. Jackson laughed. I put my head back, put my hands over my face and screamed softly. I lifted my head back up and found a girl my hieght standing in front of us. She had long brown hair, like mine. She looked at me like i was a maniac, which I probably am.
"Um, Grandma, can we leave soon?" She asked politley.
"Yes, Sugar," she looked at me and Tom, "Do you guys want to stay for lunch? We could put a wrap and ice on your ankle."
"Uh," I still couldn't talk.
"Sure, we'd love to." Tom answered for me. The man in the suit came up to me and carried me to a big, black car. Tom and the others followed close behind. The man set me down softly before getting in the drivers seat. Tom sat in the back behind me and the three kids filled the rest of the empty spots. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson didn't get in.
"Grandma and Grandpa drive thier own car," the tallest boy read my mind. I nodded my head in and understandng way. I looked back at Tom. He nodded his head towards the other boy in the car. I looked at him in the front seat. I could only see the back of his head. His brown hair curved slightly at the end. He was playing on his phone, totally oblivious to the world.
We didn't drive long before we got to the house. I was amazzed by how big it was. A fence surrounded the house and the yard was huge! The car stopped by a big fountain. The kids jumped out and ran inside. Tom followed, but stopped when he got out of the car.
"I can carry her," Tom told the man in the suit. I really don't like to be carried around; it makes me feel like a wimp. The man in the suit showed us to the kitchen, where the kids were already makeing sandwiches.
"What kind do you guys want?" The taller boy asked.
"Um, butter and jelly," I said as Tom let me rest on the counter.
"What are you're guys' names, anyways?" Tom asked.
"I'm Prince, that's Paris, and- Wait, where's Blanket?" Prince looked around for the younger one.
"I'm right here." Blanket came from behind the counter, looking up at me like i might hurt him.
"Nice to meet you all," I smiled sweetly and used the softest voice I could manage. Blanket made an escape to Paris.
"He's shy," Paris smiled weakly, looking at Tom. Tom smiled at her and looked at me, behind his back. He rolled his eyes. I covered my mouth to hide a smile.
We made our sandwiches and ate in silence. After lunch, Mr. Jackson showed me an empty room in the basement not even Mrs. Jackson knew about. It was cold and only had one light.
"I've saved this room to train Prince to become a wrestler," Mr. Jackson smiled to himself. "Of course, his grandmother would kill me." I giggled.
"So what are you going to do with the room?"
"When I heard that you get in a lot of street fights I knew I could make you better."
"The only problem is, my ankle is messed up," I pointed and lifted it up.
"When it's healed give me a call." Mr. Jackson smiled and offered his arm to help me back up stairs.
*Game room*
"Prince, I'm going to kick your butt!" Tom yelled as I walked in. Blanket and Paris were playing a lego Star Wars game on the other T.V., while Prince and Tom played Call of Duty.
"Hey, Cary, do you know how to get pass this place?" Paris asked, handing me the remote.
"Um, sure...?" I sat down on the couch and went through the level in less than five minutes. Okay, that's an exageration, but it felt like that.
"How'd you beat that so quickly?" Prince came up behind me.
"I used to play this all the time before I moved." I answered, handing the remote back to an awstruck Paris.
"I challenge you to a Call of Duty game then," Prince smiled at me and offered his hand out.