She was my life change

Hi there guys , what's up? Other then the roof . My name is Justine Gordon , I'm a massive fan of Michael Jackson,  Chris Brown, and Paris Jackson , Prince Jackson,  plus Blanket Jackson , oh hang on , let's put it this way , I'm a massive fan of the Jackson's and many more. Music and Dancing is love and life , without it in my life , my life is pointlessly pointless. But most important,  without the Jackson family my life is just dust floating on a dead road. I hope you enjoy this story guys God bless you all.

The day I met PJ. Oh sorry Paris and I have nicknames for eachother , Mine is JJ , and Paris's is PJ.

I was on Whatpadd one day threatning my life. THEN I got a message from Paris Jackson. Well , I hope it's Paris Jackson,  anyways like Isaid I was gonna kill myself and all if a sudden I got a message from Paris. I was so shocked , but more happy and greatfull that someone cared about me,  knowing that I usually have the thought that I'm a usless piece of Sh*t. Paris is so damn nice , yeah ok I haven't met her in real life , I'd love to though. Paris was there for me all the time. Even when I had problems that had nothing to do with her , she was always there to help me. Unlike my parents. I'm a 14 yr old geek and I only have 6 friends. How crappy is that. Well I gotta say it's better then none. But none of them understand my pain ,I'm always going to school and acting like there's nothing wrong. And the annoying thing is that when there's something wrong with them I'm the one there for them all the time , I'm the one that picks up on there strange and Depressed behaviour towards people , and theycan't pick that up on me and I see them everyday at school , I never see Paris and she can tell when there's something wrong with me. How sweet is that,  she is such a beautiful person,  personality wise and life wise,  she really is an amazing person.

Does anyone have THAT feeling or impression that no one cares about you , and the only thing you can do is go see your friends about a problem, you tell them the problem and then they act all sad for about 10 seconds then they change the subject and completely block you out. Well that happenes to me all the time and the only person that I wasaware of that actually cared was Paris.

At school : during class

Hey JJ whad up nigga ?! Some random kid says.

Uhhh not much , what about you ? I say completely missing the point that he was being racist.

Oh nothen gurl , Just goin to class and passing your useless turf. He says sarcastically.

Oh o-ok then...... I'll ummm......I'll go to c-class to now. B-bye.. I say , feeling hated and depressed. I can feel tears in my eyes,  I try not to let them fall but it's to late , I end up Balling my eyes out with tears.

Mrs Browns Prov :

Justine my dear , what seems to be the problem?  Are you okay girl? !
My teacher asks in a curious but more concerning voice.

I don't respond untill I snap out of my gaze , or you could say daydream.
I answer,  nothing mrs Brown,  I'm okay , thanx for the concern.  I reply completely and diliberatly dodging and avoiding that I was no were near okay.

Are you sure your okay Justine?  You have been crying,  I can tell. ?
Mrs Brown asks again just to make sure.

Yes Mrs. I'm okay , I wasn't crying , I was j-just...... I....uhhh.. I ---I ran into a ....uhhh... I ran into a pole. YEAH that's it , now I remember,  I ran into a pole . I guess I just ran into it so hard I forgot I did it. I lie and still avoid the truth behind what actually happened.

Mmmm okay ? Then I hope you are okay. Justine, 

Yes Mrs ?! I ask in worry as if I did something wrong other then lie to her face about what happened.