"Kierra....Ren(my dad) is not your father" says Mother...."What?" i ask
*in LA*
"Hey Paris...can I speak with you fo a moment?" says Prince "Sure what is it?" "Its about that feeling I have been having" "You mean the feeling that has been sucking you into your lil world?" "Ha ha real funny Paris, Im serious!" "Ok ok chill! im only kidding...now what is it?" "I think we have a unknown relative" says Prince....."Really???" says Paris "Yeah really...Dad said he use to have the same feeling" "Really?!" "Yeah..." "Has anyone else had this feeling?" "I dont know....maybe" "Ummm I will call Aunt Janet and Aunt LaToya and see if they can tell me anything" "Ok...I guess I'll go call some of the Uncles and cousins..." "Sounds good later" "See ya"
*At home*
"What do you mean he's not my Dad??" i ask Mother hands me over a sheet of paper to read. As I read the paper my eyes grow big...."So who's my father?!" "I cant tell you" says mother "Yes you can! who is he?! where is he?! is he still alive?!" "Yes he is still alive Kierra but im not telling you who it is!" "And why not?!" "Because...he is not someone i want you to be around with! I want to protect you!"(me: my parents respect Michael but when my mom said protect me...she meant from the paparazzi) "PROTECT ME FROM WHAT?!" "Watch your tounge young lady and listen to your mother!" says Ren "You cant tell me what to do! your not my dad!" i scream i then run to my room,slamming the door, crying on my bed....."How could she?!" i say to myself just then my phone rings its Nikki "Hello??" "Hey! why do you sound so sad?" "My dia has just took a turn for the worse Nik!" "What happened?!" "Ren is not my dad!" "WHAT?! who is it then?!" "They wont tell me!" "Do you want me to come over?" "No..no...its alright you can come tomorrow...." "You sure?" "Yeah...besides i need some sleep" just then there was a knock on my door "I have to go Nikki bye" "Bye hun amor you!" "Love you too.." i hang up "Come in" i say. my mom and Ren come in "Ugh.....what do you two want?" i say trying to fight tears...."We want to make a deal..." "Oh! first you lie and tell me that this player here is my daddy segundo you dont tell me who it is! and NOW you wanna mek a deal with me!" "Kierra listen...we will tell you who your father is if we can get to him" "What do you mean get to him?! Details please!?" "Fine! your father is a major celebrity! are you happy now?!" "Depends on which celebrity my father is...." "You wouldnt believe me if i told you" "MOTHER! i still dont believe the fact that he's not my father! so go on and surprise me" ".......well.....he's..." "He's what mom? Brad Pitt? Antonio Bandreas? Johnny Depp?!" "Be serious Kierra you look like neither of them..." says Mom "Then who is it?!" "Michael Jackson"
To Be Continued...
Me: ok now...I can be that dramatic at times...but i would never yell at my parents...and if i did it wouldnt be intentional. I would get yelled at and such if i did yell...Oh! and MJ isnt like..50 yrs old in this... he's like 40? HIStory Era
*in LA*
"Hey Paris...can I speak with you fo a moment?" says Prince "Sure what is it?" "Its about that feeling I have been having" "You mean the feeling that has been sucking you into your lil world?" "Ha ha real funny Paris, Im serious!" "Ok ok chill! im only kidding...now what is it?" "I think we have a unknown relative" says Prince....."Really???" says Paris "Yeah really...Dad said he use to have the same feeling" "Really?!" "Yeah..." "Has anyone else had this feeling?" "I dont know....maybe" "Ummm I will call Aunt Janet and Aunt LaToya and see if they can tell me anything" "Ok...I guess I'll go call some of the Uncles and cousins..." "Sounds good later" "See ya"
*At home*
"What do you mean he's not my Dad??" i ask Mother hands me over a sheet of paper to read. As I read the paper my eyes grow big...."So who's my father?!" "I cant tell you" says mother "Yes you can! who is he?! where is he?! is he still alive?!" "Yes he is still alive Kierra but im not telling you who it is!" "And why not?!" "Because...he is not someone i want you to be around with! I want to protect you!"(me: my parents respect Michael but when my mom said protect me...she meant from the paparazzi) "PROTECT ME FROM WHAT?!" "Watch your tounge young lady and listen to your mother!" says Ren "You cant tell me what to do! your not my dad!" i scream i then run to my room,slamming the door, crying on my bed....."How could she?!" i say to myself just then my phone rings its Nikki "Hello??" "Hey! why do you sound so sad?" "My dia has just took a turn for the worse Nik!" "What happened?!" "Ren is not my dad!" "WHAT?! who is it then?!" "They wont tell me!" "Do you want me to come over?" "No..no...its alright you can come tomorrow...." "You sure?" "Yeah...besides i need some sleep" just then there was a knock on my door "I have to go Nikki bye" "Bye hun amor you!" "Love you too.." i hang up "Come in" i say. my mom and Ren come in "Ugh.....what do you two want?" i say trying to fight tears...."We want to make a deal..." "Oh! first you lie and tell me that this player here is my daddy segundo you dont tell me who it is! and NOW you wanna mek a deal with me!" "Kierra listen...we will tell you who your father is if we can get to him" "What do you mean get to him?! Details please!?" "Fine! your father is a major celebrity! are you happy now?!" "Depends on which celebrity my father is...." "You wouldnt believe me if i told you" "MOTHER! i still dont believe the fact that he's not my father! so go on and surprise me" ".......well.....he's..." "He's what mom? Brad Pitt? Antonio Bandreas? Johnny Depp?!" "Be serious Kierra you look like neither of them..." says Mom "Then who is it?!" "Michael Jackson"
To Be Continued...
Me: ok now...I can be that dramatic at times...but i would never yell at my parents...and if i did it wouldnt be intentional. I would get yelled at and such if i did yell...Oh! and MJ isnt like..50 yrs old in this... he's like 40? HIStory Era
