We Are The World (Michael Jackson fanfic)

Prolouge: The Beginning

I never had a father.

Well, not a true father. Actually, I've had quite a few stepfathers, but I've never truly met my biologicial father, not that I even want to. Mother always told me stories about his work and about the times when she and my dad would go out to places that somewhat tolerated blacks and whites together. Sometimes Mama had to wait outside while Dad had to get the food for them.

Oh, you're new. Oh, you want to know about my parents? I suppose so...

Since I know the woman who made me the most, let me tell you a bit about her first. She's how I got started in the first place, with no thanks to Daddy.

Beatrice Tania Miller was her birth name, but everyone who knew Mama knew in their right minds to call her Bebe or Millie just so she wouldn't beat 'em up.

Mama was born on a freezing December day in the year of 1944 in Flint, Michigan. She was born to Helen and Rupert Miller in a tiny house; Only two bedrooms, one bathroom,  one kitchen with a run-down oven and a room with a closet-like space that they called a "Living room".

I've seen that place and let me just say, EW. That place is nasty as hell nowadays. Mother once told me that it used to be much cleaner but I highly doubt that.

Anyway, Ma went through tough times as a child because of her skin color. Yes, in case you haven't figured it out already, my mother is black. A descendant of Africa.

But being black back in the day wasn't the only thing that affected Mom's life. Her side of the family was very poor; the money that was earned was spent either on bills or on food. It was never enough. Helen, the grandmother who I liked to call "Momma 'Elle", worked as a part-time maid and nanny to a snobby rich white couple The Kelly's. (who RARELY paid her good tips, mind ya.). Rupert, the grandfather I loved to call "Lovely Pete", worked as a engineer since '36.

Because of the low income for the Millers, Mama couldn't get a good education in any kind of public school. So with her own money, Momma Elle went off and bought my young mama stacks of the cheapest but best English, Math and Science books the stores could give her. Those books combined with the hand-me-down textbooks from a high school Helen and Rupert had used to attend made an entire in-home schooling for Mama!

Enough of my Ma. Now let's get to my father.

Dad's name was Marcus Erick Kelly, born in the year of 1941 in that stupid cold town. He's four years ahead of ma, so that made him around 18 years old when my parents first met. That's right. Mama was 14 when she met dad. He was the only son of the couple Momma Elle worked for, but they never saw each other due to the rule: Only maids and/or nannies were allowed in the Kelly household.

How did they meet if Mama was practically dirt and she couldn't step foot in that house back then? Well, Ma and Dad finally met in 1959. Momma Elle couldn't leave my teenaged ma alone in the run-down house, so the Kelly's reluctantly let Mama in.

That's when Pa came down to see two black ladies in his house; one was his 33-year-old nanny that he' d known almost his entire life, and the other one....She was unfamiliar but looked a blooming age of the early teens.

What made my mother attractive to him was her personality; She was known for her toughness. If you crossed her, expect a skillet to the head. If you pranked her, she got you back in the worst ways possible. If you pissed her off real bad because you've made the mistake of being racist, then she made sure you'd sleep with one eye open every night for the rest of your life.

So after a few weeks of seeing each other, my father proposed that they take their friendship to a realtionship. As in "Boyfriend and Girlfriend"  type of stuff.

My mother was very reluctant with this kinda thing; Back in the day, blacks and whites couldn't really be together because of the racial problems. But hey, who gave a flying Duck? They were two peas in a pod, despite their age difference.

 So you know what Mama did?

She told Momma Elle and Lovely Pete. She and pa introduced their relationship to both their sides of the family but they started with her side first.

Suprisingly, they took it well. Since daddy was rich, it could help their own lives. Besides, daddy was a gentleman to mama, and that set Lovely Pete on good terms.

The Kelly's took it almost erratically. I don't know much about their reaction from my mother, but she told me that their reaction was so bad it took Momma Elle to promise them that no one would know about the love connection between her daughter and their only son.

That's when they VERY reluctantly agreed. Yep. The richest couple in Flint AGREED to let their boy date a black girl that was 4 years younger than him. Quite the shocker! Looking back now, I'm still shocked.

 So then the worst-best thing happened.

ME!!

Yep. Ma had gotten preggo at 17 years old, just three years after she and dad had began to date. It was really an accident; Dad had used protection while they were in the woods, but I guess it didn't work at all. The next week or so, ma found out there was a bun in the oven just as Dad went missing.

Ma was extremely frightened and shocked...But the thing is, she even went to the Kelly household to ask the Kelly's where Dad was, and guess what?

No one was there.

The newspapers told her that he went off to a permanent business trip somewhere around the world, which devastated her. The Kelly's didn't tell her nothing.

Not a damn thing.

You're probably wondering why Mama had me when she did.

Well, mama didn't want to abort me. Hell, The Millers didn't believe in abortions at all. Instead, they kept me healthy as I grew inside of Ma. To keep her body healthier, the Millers moved out of that nasty house of theirs and moved to a bigger house in Helen's hometown of Indiana, traveling in a cheap but gem-running car.

Mama had me on October 1, 1962. My hometown is Gary, Indiana. I was born in a small but suitable house for a black family with amazing conditions.

My name is Tessie Helena Kristine Kelly.

Yes, Mama took Daddy's last name for me despite what he did.

I was born with my daddy's bright green-blue eyes, which disturbs me. I don't like my daddy, but he's the one who made me. I have also inherited half of his skin, so I'm mixed with my momma's dark toned skin. I looked like a coffee child! But I have a good part of momma's genes too. I have her face, her slim body physique, her dark brown hair...I look like my momma but I only have Daddy's eyes and half of his skin tone.

Because the children's clothing for me was so expensive, Mama had to take on a job that required her vocalizing in a bar for good cash and ended up with pursefuls and shoes full of coins and dollars by the end of the day.

But when a certain man watched my mother sing in her smooth voice as she hit her high notes, He did something that changed our lives forever...

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OMG!!!

I have finally created a love story of my own!! :0

I'm so proud of myself, though!!

If this thing is a little too long, you might want to tell me, cause I get a little carried away!!

DISCLAIMER AT THE BOTTOM OF AUTHOR'S NOTE FOR NO APPARENT REASON:

I don't own any of the Jacksons or anyone that I might use to portray this character.

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