𝙳𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎| 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎

Zuri
April 2, 1970

"Stop! In the-" Me and my sister's started singing but we were interrupted by my mother's voice, again.

"But momma." My older sister, Moesha, groaned. "We ain't even get through the first verse, what could we have done wrong?"

My momma lit up and cigarette and put it to her lips before talking. "Y'all flat. Don't back talk me before I beat the shit outta you, ya hear?"

We all muttered a "yes ma'am" before getting back in our positions. Me and sisters; Moesha and Jordan, we're part of a family girl group called the Mitchell sisters. We were one the biggest singing groups out there and everyone thought of us as the "perfect family" when in reality we we're not.

After singing the song 3 times over, my mother finally decided that we did "decent" and let us go. I sighed a sigh of relief and made my way to the front door.

"Where you goin'?" Moesha asked me.

"Yeah you know momma don't like us leaving the house." Jordan said.

"I'a be back." I muttered. "Don't wait up for me."

They looked at each other before shrugging and went upstairs into their rooms. I walked outside and was instantly met by the cool California breeze.

All I ever wanted in my life was someone I could talk too, a friend. I mean, I had my sisters but it would nice to talk to someone else you know?

Little did I know I would meet that someone today.

Michael

April 2, 1970

"Stop na na na, you'd better-" Me and my brother's started singing, but we were interruped by our father's voice again.

"But Joseph." My older brother Jermaine whined. ""We just started, what could we have done wrong?"

"Marlon sounded awful." He said nonchalantly. We all turned to look at Marlon and he had his head down in embarrassment.

"It's okay Marlon." I reassured him with a warm smile. "You'll get it next time!"

He just shrugged at me and got back into position.

"Y'all are gonna try this again and if you don't get it right you know what's gonna happen so you better not fuck this up." Joseph yelled. We muttered a "yes sir" and got back to our positions. Me and my brothers; Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, and Marlon were part of a family group called the Jackson 5. We were seen as the "perfect American Family" due to us coming from being poor family in a single bedroom house to a rich family in a mansion when it reality it was the total opposite.

After re-doing the song over 5 times, Joseph got bored of us and let us go. I thanked God and made my way to the front door.

"And where you think you goin'?" Jackie asked me.

"You know Joseph gon' flip if he catch you." Tito butted in.

"I don't care to be honest." I said while leaving.

I walked outside and walked, not really having a destination in mind. Lately I felt very alone and I wanted a friend. Of course, I had my siblings but I couldn't relate to them. I wanted someone I could relate too.

Unbeknown to me that I would meet that person today.

Zuri

April 2, 1970

I walked down the street with my head down kicking rocks, not paying attention to what was in front of me. I guess I should've though because I ended up walking right into somebody.

Embarrassing.

"My bad-" I started but stopped when I realized who I had run into. "You know, you look kinda familiar."

I examined his smooth brown skin, big doe eyes, and perfectly cut afro and it instantly clicked who he was. 

"You're Michael Jackson!" I whisper-screamed and his face flushed in embarrassment.  

"And you're Zuri Mitchell!" He said, mocking me

"Don't mock me." I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, you know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are." He said like it was obvious. "I seen you everywhere."

I hummed in response. "What are you doing here?"

"I just felt like leaving the house."

"You're lying." I said while squinting at him. "There's a bigger reason."

It's very easy for me to read people. I don't know how, I've just always been like this.

"Even if there is, I wouldn't tell you." He said. "We ain't friends."

I stared at him before smiling a little. "We could become friends."

He raised a brow and I just rolled my eyes. 

"Give me your wrist." I demanded and he reluctantly put his wrist out in front of me. I pulled a pen of of my bag and wrote down my phone number. 

"Is this your phone number?" He asked and I just rolled my eyes.

"No it's my name." I said while straight facing him. "You can call me whenever you have the time!"

He looked down at it and smiled lightly. But before he could say anything, I was already gone.

A/N: Prologue done purrr😎💅🏾✨PSA, Michael is famous in this book but I'm too lazy to do research so dates aren't going to be accurate. Please don't attack me

      -Mariama❤️