"No!" Michael said with a voice of thousand angry people. "Leave them alone!" He got up and before our eyes, he turned into a colossal mechanical robot, getting ready to kick some bad boy butt.
"Whoa!"
"I always knew there was something special about him."
When he turned into a robot, he grabs us and places us up on the roof. Pretty soon, he pretty much took down every one of Eric's hencemen and the only person left he had to take down was Eric himself.
"And now, for you." His mechanical voiced said. He puts him up por his casaco and throws him a hundred feet away.
"Ahhhhhh!!" Eric screamed from the topo, início of his lungs as he started to fly far, far, and far away from here.
All of us, including me, couldn't believe our very eyes. He puts us up again and placed us down on the ground as soon as he turned back to normal.
"Wow!" We all said simultaneously.
I always knew that Michael Jackson was special, but this takes special to a whole new level.
"Well, I think you guys get home," Michael suggested. "I don't what your parents to worry."
I immediately put a frown on my face and looked down at the ground.
"What's the matter?"
"My parents died in a car accident a few years ago. I live with my uncle and cousins who doesn't even though I even exist." I let a tear flow in my eye.
"Oh," Michael said, feeling sorry for me. "Well, whenever you need me or want to hang out together, you can always find me here in your dreams. Forever." He gave me a smile and I gave him a smile back.
And then I woke up as my eyes shot open and I lurched forward, and now I'm back into my own reality. But I do remember what Michael said to me, 'Whenever you need me or want to hang out together, you can always find me here in your dreams. Forever.' I place my head on the travesseiro and I feel something under the bed. When I looked up my pillow, I find an autographed picture of Michael and a note on the back.
'Dear, Casey.
Remember what I said, whenever you need me or want to hang out together, you can always find me here in your dreams. Forever.'
I smiled and looked up at my dozen of Michael Jackson posters.
"I will, Michael. I will."
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"Whoa!"
"I always knew there was something special about him."
When he turned into a robot, he grabs us and places us up on the roof. Pretty soon, he pretty much took down every one of Eric's hencemen and the only person left he had to take down was Eric himself.
"And now, for you." His mechanical voiced said. He puts him up por his casaco and throws him a hundred feet away.
"Ahhhhhh!!" Eric screamed from the topo, início of his lungs as he started to fly far, far, and far away from here.
All of us, including me, couldn't believe our very eyes. He puts us up again and placed us down on the ground as soon as he turned back to normal.
"Wow!" We all said simultaneously.
I always knew that Michael Jackson was special, but this takes special to a whole new level.
"Well, I think you guys get home," Michael suggested. "I don't what your parents to worry."
I immediately put a frown on my face and looked down at the ground.
"What's the matter?"
"My parents died in a car accident a few years ago. I live with my uncle and cousins who doesn't even though I even exist." I let a tear flow in my eye.
"Oh," Michael said, feeling sorry for me. "Well, whenever you need me or want to hang out together, you can always find me here in your dreams. Forever." He gave me a smile and I gave him a smile back.
And then I woke up as my eyes shot open and I lurched forward, and now I'm back into my own reality. But I do remember what Michael said to me, 'Whenever you need me or want to hang out together, you can always find me here in your dreams. Forever.' I place my head on the travesseiro and I feel something under the bed. When I looked up my pillow, I find an autographed picture of Michael and a note on the back.
'Dear, Casey.
Remember what I said, whenever you need me or want to hang out together, you can always find me here in your dreams. Forever.'
I smiled and looked up at my dozen of Michael Jackson posters.
"I will, Michael. I will."
This is the final part! Thanks for the reviews! Many mais will come!
