Neverland

A Normal Day

I woke up at my usual, 6:25 a.m. and glanced over at my computer. Thursday, June 5th. I sighed and rolled back over in bed. Five minutes later, my alarm sounded as if on cue. I sat up in my bed and glanced around my room. Pictures of Michael were everywhere and not just a few posters, I'm talking every little picture of Michael possible on every little space possible.

I slowly got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I start work at Macy's at 10:00 a.m. so I have plenty of time to get ready.

After my shower and whatnot, I ran downstairs to make myself breakfast.

My mom has a morning shift so I usually never see her until the afternoon when I get home.

I decided to make myself pancakes for breakfast. I usually just stick to cereal because it's the easiest and cheapest, but today I was feeling different, like something good could happen.

When I was finished making the batter I poured the thin liquid into the pan. I ran into the pantry to find the syrup and when I came back I had already burnt my pancake.

"Great" I mumbled under my breath, "I guess I'm having cereal".

I grabbed the box of "Frosted Cheerios" a bowl, spoon, and the milk, and poured my cereal.

"At least I didn't mess this one up" I mumbled sarcastically to myself.

After I cleaned up my mess in the kitchen, I grabbed my purse and headed outside to my car. It was a nice day outside, maybe 80 degrees at the most, but half of the sky was dark meaning a heavy rainstorm is to come.

I've always hated rainstorms. They get in your way, take up you time, and are they really necessary? I don't think so.

I got into my car and turned it on. It wouldn't turn on.

"Great" I yelled as I sat up in my seat, "that is just fantastic, now I'll be late for work, again and then have to deal with Nancy, again."

Nancy is my very strict boss who almost fired me last time I was late.

This isn't the first time my car broke down. This car has been having problems for a long time now, and I have no clue what to do with it.

I decided to call Shawn and ask him for a ride. He should be home right now, I thought to myself. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed his number.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey baby, can you drive me to work? My stupid car broke down again and it won't start up." I told him.

"I'm sorry sweetie but I've got something I need to do." He replied dryly.

"Like what!" I yelled a little louder than I expected.

"Don't yell at me your the one with the problem, you need me!" and then he hung up.

"What a jerk" I murmured to myself.

I don't know why I stay with that creep anymore. I ask him for one simple thing and he's busy, or he claims he's busy.

I guess I'll call in sick for work and stay home today, I decided. I walked back into the house and put my purse down and turned on the TV. The news was on so I decided to watch. A head line caught my eye.

Michael Jackson: Molester, Pedophile, or both!?

I started to get angry. I hate when they do this to my idol. I really can't stand it. It breaks my heart every time I see something on the news like that. I kept watching.

"Hey Shana, what do you think about Wacko Jacko now? Huh? You used to be a fan but after all these reports about having sexual intercourse with children, what do you think?" One of the news casters questioned sarcastically.

"Frank, along with all the other moonwalkers out there, I am here to tell you that most of the molesting is false. I don't believe in a single piece of information that says he raped children. He is a loving man! He has his own children for god sakes!" Shana replied to him with almost anger in her voice.

"Gosh Shana, no need to get defensive, it was only a question." He said taken back.

"We will be right back with sports and weather, don't go away, we'll be right back!" Shana said smiling.

I turned off the TV. Okay, what do I do now? Grocery shopping was the first thing that came to mind, and there was one right down the street.

I decided on the grocery store and grabbed my purse and started walking the three blocks to the store. On the way I was singing "Break of Dawn" and when that song ended I sang "Heal the World". In the store, many people made strange looks at me for singing in public but I didn't care, it's what I like to do. Suddenly a man with two large body guards came up to me. They were all wearing black and none of their faces were showing. The first bodyguard spoke to me first.

"Excuse me ma'm were you just singing Michael Jackson's "Heal the World"? He asked me raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, yes I was, I replied and started laughing. They were acting so serious for me singing and shopping!

"Here. Give him a call." He pointed to the person in between the bodyguards and handed me a business card.

I stopped laughing and grabbed the card:

MJJ Productions Talent Agency

Call: +1(800)-POP-KING

"Um, sir?" I questioned looking up from the business card.

"Ma'm we have to get going" the other bodyguard said impatiently and walked away.

I was going to ask for their names, or at least the person in the middle who's eyes were staring a hole in my side. I could have sworn I've seen those eyes before. They seemed to familiar.