The next morning I woke up I really needed to figure out of Michael is still alive. I saw my mom cooking in the kitchen I love the smell of bacon when I wake up. "Mom do you believe Michael faked his death?" I ate the bacon and eggs left on the table waiting for me all morning. "No I don't think so, when someone is dead they're dead. And if he is he must be doing a good job but come on who would fake their death?" I sighed. "Ok well I wanted to get your opinion." She kissed my forehead. "Well your saying that because you miss him." I blushed. "Yeah a little bit." I got up and walked out of the door for school on the way to school I saw someone wearing a black trench coat down to the persons ankles and a white fedora facing down. I kept staring observing the person this has to be Michael who else would wear this. I took a picture from my distance so he can't see me when the man turned to get on the bus I took a picture of the side of his face. I put my camera away and settled back to walking to school I knew I was going to be late. "Sorry Ms." I had my late pass from my security guard, I wrote in my English book for an essay that was do tomorrow. The weird part is I ever seen that man before walking past the same bus stop everyday when I walk to school. I always see the same people getting on and off the bus. Maybe I will see him again tomorrow and jot down some notes while I am at it. School was over and I finally walked back home I crossed the street to the bus stop waiting to see if the weird man who I think is Michael shows up. I saw the same guy getting off of the bus and going to the opposite side of the street he saw me and covered his face pulling his fedora over to the side of his face. I took a good look at him before he disappears I took down my first evidence and took another picture of the man before I walked to my block to my house. It has to be him I thought he walks like him, dresses like him, but I have never seen his face yet. Maybe the man is in disguise he is acting suspicious lately since he saw me stare at him. I analyzed my pictures sitting on the couch in the living room first clue is the fedora that's what Michael always wore before I think he "passed." The movements the guy made is the second clue. I took my mind off it of and I did my homework for English. After that dinner was ready it was early evening which is the time everyone eats and my mom put the food on the plate. "How was school today?" Mom just smiles. "It was alright nothing new I finished my essay for English a little while ago. How was your day?" I took a small bite of my food. "Iit was stressful at work but I will be ok, a long day I supposed. "Alright dinner is really good by the way." I put my plate in the dish washer and hurried up stairs for bed I looked at my evidence one more time, I'll prove to my mom that Michael isn't dead I know it. I will show her my pictures tomorrow.
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Michael Jackson Imagines
FanfictionCome join in and read amazing imagines about Michael the stories can have a variety of different imagines they can be funny, sad, dramatic, and magical so if you love Michael Joseph Jackson enjoy reading these stories and I gurantee you will love th...