So....This is an original character of mine. She's MJ's first daughter and child. I'm thinking of naming her something different and unique, Something I can mash up two first names but nothing too out of the ordinary....
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I don't own Michael Jackson or the Jackson family and all kinds of da real peoples, the first and ONLY time i'm gonna say it.___________________________________________________
1980, November.
Gary, Indiana
Dark clouds surrounded every bit of the night's sky as the rain poured like a waterfall. Thunder roared and very few but powerful Lightning striked, leaving a very bright light in the pitch darkness momentarily as it struck the ground. Everyone was hidden in the safety of their houses...
But one person wasn't.
A woman held a dark bundle in her arms to her chest tightly, as if her life depended on it. Her clothes were soaked through from the rain, and her Light blonde hair and caramel skin both dripping water droplets.
She ran along the streets to arrive at a large building made of bricks and cement stuck together with multiple colored chalk on the walls, the art skills of young children washing off from the heavy rain. The woman looked up at the big black letters upon the front of the building, her hazel blue eyes scanning the letters:
' MS. EMRICK'S ADOPTION CENTER'
The woman sniffled sadly and looked down at the bundle in her arms. The 8-month old child was fast asleep, the thunder not affecting her sleep-induced state. The blanket she was covered in protected her from the rain. She looked just like her father; Black hair covering her head, Caramel skin, and whenever she opened her eyes, the woman could see Chocolate brown eyes that could stare into your soul.
As she walked up the Center's concrete steps, the woman could feel the rain stop pattering against her body as the space for the Mahogany doors protected her and her baby. Dripping wet and cold, the woman noticed a doorbell on the wall, right beside the left Mahogany door.
She quickly used one hand--the one that wasn't supporting her child's head--to reach into her jean's front pocket and pulled a piece of paper out; Some kind of note. Then she gently placed her sleeping child on the concrete after stuffing the paper in between the folds of the blanket.
She rang the doorbell twice and glanced longingly at her child...her baby girl, but then she shook her head and quickly walked off into the rainy night.
Her tears mixed with the rain running down the skin of her face.
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