The Following Angels (Michael Jackson fanfic)

Chapter 1: How it all began

"Great, here she goes again."

"5 bucks says she's gonna be kicked out of school."

"You're on. Make it 10."

These were the whispers of my fellow high school classmates as I walked into the lunchroom in my trusty fedora, white blazer with a black band on the left top of the arm, and a sly smile I hid by tipping down my hat and looking at the ground. As I walked past a fellow classmate she slid something in my hand and I nodded my head, she was a fellow Following Angel.

How did it all of this start? Following Angels was just an idea in my head, filed by disgust for what's been going around me. War, death, bullying, you name it. Michael Jackson was like a God to me, then his song "They don't care about us" came out and I was mesmerized by it. This finally led me to make Following Angels for Michael Jackson 1 year ago today. May 15, 1996, the day I took a stand.......

I sat at a crowded circle table, not eating the nasty food the others were probably forcing down. There were a few of us Following Angels in this school, and they were going to help me today.  I slid on the glove that the girl slipped me and raised my hand high, and the others with me did to, all of us had sparkly gloves on. With great force I slammed my hand on the table and jumped up, and the others copied my moves as the room went silent.

Quietly I climbed on the table and raised my hands on the air. Then quietly someone started chanting.

"All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us!" They chanted, the then the youngest girl with us screamed as the superintendent walked in.

"MICHAEL, DO SOMETHING!!!!"

With that, I jumped off the table as the music started and I danced as they pushed away lunch tables, then they joined me and we all sang the chorus.

"Storm, I expect you and your little gang in my office next hour." The superintendent said as the music ended and I looked at him, then saw the one and only Michael Jackson standing next to him.

"Oh yea? Bite me." I said, grabbing my backpack and walking past him to get out, then out to the parking lot where my beat up car was waiting.

"So are you going to tell us where your going?"  Jack asked as I got in.

"Mexico, or possibly Rio, depends on how far my money will last. I left something in each of your lockers for you. All of you did an amazing job today. I'll talk to you later and keep on posting and updating the site. Have a good life guys." I said before pulling away, and feeling accomplished.

My parents didn't care I was doing this, they were in the ground, and my little sister's ashes in the seat next to me. I grew up going from foster home to foster home from the age of 5 until now, I'm 17. Me and my little sister were split up after the first 2 homes, then she died not to far after, and her foster parents sent me her ashes after the funeral.

I turned on the main highway to go to Amarillo, and as soon as I pulled out of town a highway patrolman flashed his lights at me.

"What seems to be the problem officer?" I asked, turning down my music as he walked up to the window.

"I need you to come with me please."

"What for? I didn't-"

"Get out of the car, I mean it." He hissed as I got out and stuck my hands up in a surrender.

"You know there's this thing called pressing charges for harassing a civilian?" I asked following him back to his car, then he slammed me into the hood and handcuffed me.

"Oh believe me, you're not being arrested, someone important needs you. Too bad for your plans to run away." He said putting me in the back of his car, and then putting a weird smelling rag over my moth that made me pass out........