The seguinte morning, Rosabel woke up with a start to the usual sino and shouting. She groaned and wished she could go back to sleep but then remembered who was coming that day. She jumped out of cama and ran over to her small wardrobe. Even though Rosabel didn't have many clothes, she picked out her favourite rosa, -de-rosa dress and blue socks. Then she looked at herself in the cracked mirror that was on the mural and tried to untangle her hair. After about a minuto of running her fingers through her blonde hair, she took out a red ribbon that had lain in the wardrobe for weeks and put it in her sock, hoping to ask Matron Isabelle to tie it in her hair later.
Before Rosabel went downstairs, she went back to her cama and took out the picture of Michael from under her pillow. Just then the door of her bedroom creaked open. Rosabel turned around and her coração suddenly felt like it dropped into her stomach as she saw who was there. The person who had just come into Rosabel's room was Claudia, a tall twelve ano old with thin brown hair and spotty skin. She was the oldest of the children and her hobby was bullying all the younger children with her friends Stephen and Alex.
"I bet you're so excited that Wacko Jacko is coming today." Claudia said.
"Don't call him that." Rosabel said quietly.
"Why not? That's his name isn't it? I don't get why he's even coming. The guy's crazy."
"No he isn't!" Rosabel said, anger bubbling inside her.
"He's probably coming to do his wierd voodoo tricks on us." Stephen said.
"Maybe he'll do that trick where he turns black and then white!" Alex said, laughing.
"Stop it!" Rosabel yelled.
"Aww, we've upset you, haven't we?" Claudia said, walking towards Rosabel. "What's that?"
Claudia snatched the picture of Michael that Rosabel was holding.
"He's doing that annoying song from the Bad album, isn't he? The only reason that album is called Bad is because Pathetic couldn't fit on the label. Anyway, I'll take this."
Claudia, Stephen and Alex were about to shut the door and go downstairs when Rosabel sprinted after them.
"No, give it back!" She cried.
Rosbael chased them downstairs past the cozinha and into the living room. She could see Claudia and Stephen but she couldn't see Alex.
"Give me back my picture." Rosabel said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"No." Said Claudia. "It's mine now."
"That's not fair! It belongs to me!"
"Not anymore."
Rosabel was about to try and tackle Claudia when Alex suddenly came from beind her and grabbed her around the waist. Rosabel tried with all her might to break free, but to no avail.
"Hey Rosabel, watch this." Claudia said.
She took Rosabel's picture and ripped it in half, then into quaters, then into eighths, until all that was left were tiny shreds of paper. Then Stephen picked them up and threw them into the fireplace and lit the fire.
Rosabel screamed and finally broke away from Alex.
"What did you do?!" She cried, tears streaming down her face. "That was my only picture! How could you?!"
Then Rosabel walked straight up to Claudia and began doing everything that she thought would hurt her. She kicked her, she hit her and she bit her until another voice interrupted.
"Rosabel Diamond!" It was the booming voice of Matron Helen. "What the devil do you think you're doing? How dare you hurt another child!"
"But she ripped and burnt my picture!" Rosabel said, quickly getting off Claudia.
"I don't care what she did, you must never hurt another child!"
"But she made me upset!"
"That's it, come with me."
"Why?" Rosabel said, panicking.
"Until the end of this week, you will be in the cellar."
"I have to meet Michael Jackson though!"
"You can forget about that. He wouldn't want to be anwhere near a brat like you."
Matron Helen pulled Rosabel por the arm and lead Rosabel to the cellar. She took a thick steel rod with her.
Before Rosabel went downstairs, she went back to her cama and took out the picture of Michael from under her pillow. Just then the door of her bedroom creaked open. Rosabel turned around and her coração suddenly felt like it dropped into her stomach as she saw who was there. The person who had just come into Rosabel's room was Claudia, a tall twelve ano old with thin brown hair and spotty skin. She was the oldest of the children and her hobby was bullying all the younger children with her friends Stephen and Alex.
"I bet you're so excited that Wacko Jacko is coming today." Claudia said.
"Don't call him that." Rosabel said quietly.
"Why not? That's his name isn't it? I don't get why he's even coming. The guy's crazy."
"No he isn't!" Rosabel said, anger bubbling inside her.
"He's probably coming to do his wierd voodoo tricks on us." Stephen said.
"Maybe he'll do that trick where he turns black and then white!" Alex said, laughing.
"Stop it!" Rosabel yelled.
"Aww, we've upset you, haven't we?" Claudia said, walking towards Rosabel. "What's that?"
Claudia snatched the picture of Michael that Rosabel was holding.
"He's doing that annoying song from the Bad album, isn't he? The only reason that album is called Bad is because Pathetic couldn't fit on the label. Anyway, I'll take this."
Claudia, Stephen and Alex were about to shut the door and go downstairs when Rosabel sprinted after them.
"No, give it back!" She cried.
Rosbael chased them downstairs past the cozinha and into the living room. She could see Claudia and Stephen but she couldn't see Alex.
"Give me back my picture." Rosabel said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"No." Said Claudia. "It's mine now."
"That's not fair! It belongs to me!"
"Not anymore."
Rosabel was about to try and tackle Claudia when Alex suddenly came from beind her and grabbed her around the waist. Rosabel tried with all her might to break free, but to no avail.
"Hey Rosabel, watch this." Claudia said.
She took Rosabel's picture and ripped it in half, then into quaters, then into eighths, until all that was left were tiny shreds of paper. Then Stephen picked them up and threw them into the fireplace and lit the fire.
Rosabel screamed and finally broke away from Alex.
"What did you do?!" She cried, tears streaming down her face. "That was my only picture! How could you?!"
Then Rosabel walked straight up to Claudia and began doing everything that she thought would hurt her. She kicked her, she hit her and she bit her until another voice interrupted.
"Rosabel Diamond!" It was the booming voice of Matron Helen. "What the devil do you think you're doing? How dare you hurt another child!"
"But she ripped and burnt my picture!" Rosabel said, quickly getting off Claudia.
"I don't care what she did, you must never hurt another child!"
"But she made me upset!"
"That's it, come with me."
"Why?" Rosabel said, panicking.
"Until the end of this week, you will be in the cellar."
"I have to meet Michael Jackson though!"
"You can forget about that. He wouldn't want to be anwhere near a brat like you."
Matron Helen pulled Rosabel por the arm and lead Rosabel to the cellar. She took a thick steel rod with her.
I was lost in a world of strangers
No one to trust
On my own, I was lonely
You suddenly appeared
It was cloudy before
Now it's all clear
You took away the fear
And you brought me back to the light
[Chorus]
You are the sun
You make me shine
Or mais like the stars
That twinkle at night
You are the moon
That glows in my heart
You are my daytime my nighttime
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My world
You are my life
Now I wake up everyday
With this smile upon my face
No mais tears, no mais pain
‘Cause you amor me
You help me understand
That amor is the answer
to all that I am
And I'm a better man
Since you taught me por sharing your love
[Chorus]
You gave me strength
When I wasn't strong
You gave me hope when
All hope was lost
You opened my eyes
When I couldn't see
amor was always here
Waiting for me
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The stage is set for you and the albums to face each other at last:BAD vs. THRILLER.Who is gonna win?It's the last time so pick faster,don't let your favorito album lose.For the others HIStory and Number Ones are tied in the 3rd place.Be careful the winner album will be known as most favorito album of MJ fans.The picks will expire infirst of DECEMBER,longer than expected to be.So,start picking.
Wanna prove that your album will win?So pick.Oh,by the way count the performances and vídeos in too.
I don't like it, baby
When you're stopping me on the floor
'Cause the mais I keep on dancing
The mais I keep wanting some more
I don't care what you're saying
You're talking in my ear much too loud
And the music's taking my body
On a trip from nine to five
Keep me dancing all night
All night, all night
Gonna dance up fire
Calling engine number 109
There ain't no chains to hold me
Gonna burn this place down till five
You can't stop this fever
'Cause my temperature is burning hot
And all I wanna do is dance, dance
Sweating from my face to my feet
Keep me dancing all night
Keep me dancing all night
Keep me dancing all night
Keep me dancing all night
When you're stopping me on the floor
'Cause the mais I keep on dancing
The mais I keep wanting some more
I don't care what you're saying
You're talking in my ear much too loud
And the music's taking my body
On a trip from nine to five
Keep me dancing all night
All night, all night
Gonna dance up fire
Calling engine number 109
There ain't no chains to hold me
Gonna burn this place down till five
You can't stop this fever
'Cause my temperature is burning hot
And all I wanna do is dance, dance
Sweating from my face to my feet
Keep me dancing all night
Keep me dancing all night
Keep me dancing all night
Keep me dancing all night
Michael Jackson;
A great Mind,
There's only one of its Kind,
A great Heart,
Forever dear to us as he played his Part,
A voice like no Other,
His música much like a secret Lover,
His talent Unique,
No other could ever copy his Technique,
king of pop,
The título of respect; música Rocks
Him they Misunderstood,
But regardless,on his feet he stood,
Him they Misjudged,
But at heart, he was loved,
Michael Jackson we Love,
He was as Precious as a fragile dove,
Michael Jackson we Miss,
Blessed with him we were,
Michael Jackson a living legend,
Michael Jackson we will never forget
xx R.I.P michaell!
amor youxxx
A great Mind,
There's only one of its Kind,
A great Heart,
Forever dear to us as he played his Part,
A voice like no Other,
His música much like a secret Lover,
His talent Unique,
No other could ever copy his Technique,
king of pop,
The título of respect; música Rocks
Him they Misunderstood,
But regardless,on his feet he stood,
Him they Misjudged,
But at heart, he was loved,
Michael Jackson we Love,
He was as Precious as a fragile dove,
Michael Jackson we Miss,
Blessed with him we were,
Michael Jackson a living legend,
Michael Jackson we will never forget
xx R.I.P michaell!
amor youxxx
As she got up and started getting ready for the Michael Jackson Signing she could'nt help but cry that her family had nothing to do with her, Her dad was abusive and her sibling were horrible. Just as Audriey finished Getting ready Tahlia pulled up in the Drive way, suddenly Audreiy Heard a Knock the Door, Audriey was to scrade to open the door incase in was her Ex boyfriend
To be continued....
Let me know what i should add onto the story