*PART6*

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The tallest guard pressed his finger on his right ear and gently pulled Michael out of the classroom. I was so intrigued, captivated as a matter in fact. This was truly a blessing... Its not every day you get to meet thee Michael Jackson.
As I started packing up the pictures, A small guy walked up to me , he had some sort of shades on , blocking his eyes and identity. He tipped his hat and  bent slowly towards me.
" Wanna earn 5,000?" He whispered, looking round cautiously. I knew exactly what he was  after. He's one of those dirty rascals; money digging bag of shits. And I wasn't going to be a part of it.
" I'm sorry sir but this is classroom and there are children here so can you please exit" I said firmly, turning my back on him. He didnt budge instead took a camera out and started to click.
" Just tell us Michael Jacksons description, how exactly white is his skin? Does he have make up applied on his face? Is he therefore ga-"
I gently tugged and pushed him out the door and slammed it shut. I know what I saw. Something you just cant explain.He was so beautiful and thats what hurt the most. The fact that you can only see him once in a lifetime that way. The way he smiled, lighted up the room. His laugh and sound of his voice undoubtedly makes you weak to the point you just wanna cry. To me , he was perfect in my eyes. He was different and i knew that. But there was something else... Sadness, loneliness and isolation. The pain hidden in depth in his eyes. I wanted to hug him and matter in fact kiss him. Not lustfully but with actual love, like i can protect him for everything , shield him and make him happy for once in his life. But then again... Once your scarred , your scarred for life.
I gently brushed my hair away from my shoulders and gently touched the scar that was marked years ago. I grew up with a family where me and my brothers and sisters were abused. Everyday, our parents would come home and thats where the war would start.
I shook my head and bit my lip and prayed.
" please please lord , give me once chance to meet him again, even for a second"

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