We Are The World (Michael Jackson fanfic)

Chapter 1: The Bar-man....(Part 1)

July 2, 1966

The weather was scorchin' hot; Everyone in Gary, Indiana was sweatin' like a nun in the desert. The only place with real cool beer and juice and chilled fruits and real good air-conditioning was the town bar; Thirsty Thursdays!! It's closed nowadays, but I can still remember it clear as day.

But the fact about this type of bar; It didn't actually sell out beers on Thurdays, it was everyday but Thursdays! Cool, huh? 

So Lovely Pete and Momma Elle were busy workin' and no one could take care of me, so you know what Mama did? She brought me to work with her! Usually kids weren't allowed in the bars since they're underage and the bar was kinda not kid-proof, but thankfully Momma was the most respected black woman in my town. She, as I said before, was known for her toughness. In the bar, she had many comerades, including the owner of the bar and Ma's boss, a man named Garrett Kockers (Whom I liked to call Mister Garrett). He was the nicest man in there; He watched me whenever Mom or my grandparent weren't around to watch me themselves, which was more often than not.

Mister Garrett bribed me into being good by giving me candy, which was against Ma's rules. Mama didn't want me having sugar because it gave me cavities and she couldn't afford to go to the Dentist, even for a cleaning. As much as she had the big tips, she had a hard time saving; New dresses popped up in stores and like it or not, she had to buy the best dresses. And sugar also gave me hyperactivity. My family still takes great care of our teeth to this day. I can't remember one day when I haven't brushed my teeth.

So...

Now that you know about Mister Garrett and Momma's bar-job, lemme get to the goods.

It all started this morning at eight-thirty-two AM on July 2, 1966.

It was breakfast, and the Miller house smelled of delicious, mouth-watering fragences.

I munched on my usual breakfast; a teeny tiny bowl of Oatmeal and a small plate of bacon on my high-chair with my bottle of milk. Momma Elle was cooking some breakfast on the stove for Lovely Pete, who was reading the daily newspaper, and Mama was still sleeping. She always woke up early for her work, but sometimes she worked so late she had to sleep in.

Just as I was finished eatin', Ma burst into the room with her short frizzy black hair pulled back in one of those real neat buns. She wore a real tight dress the color of dark-red apples, endin' at her knobby knees with a large slit at the side, endin' at her thigh. It was also strapless, revealin' her brown neck and slender shoulders and toned arms, the top of the dress clinging to her "Goodies."

"Mama, I gotta go, I'm late. Could you watch Tessie fo' me? Thanks, Mama." She said all in a rush, taking a bite of cold bacon off of the leftover plate that was sittin' on the counter next to the stove. The bar opened at seven AM, but she was rarely late, unless she slept in. Then she drank nothing but a sip of milk from my sippie cup before going to rush out the door.

Momma Elle widened her chocolatey brown eyes and quickly stepped in front of Ma.

Ma knew an argument was comin', so she quickly reasoned, "Mama, I have to keep this place goin'. If you don't want me to get fired, I suggest you best get outta my way. Papa, you tell her!"

Momma Elle raised an eyebrow at Lovely Pete as if she were the boss; My grandafther was the one who looked to his wife for answers. I sat in my high-chair, just watching my family strife against each other in the name of a job. Lovely Pete just stared at the bumbling women over his newspaper, then he cleared his throat and placed his reading article down in his lap.

"Beatrice," He authorized Mama with his hands together. I played with the ends of my sundress carelessly. "You can go. But we got jobs too. I'm sure that boss of yours could watch Tessie while you sing them high notes."

As soon as he uttered the word 'go', Ma was already ecstaticly movin'; Grabbin' me out of my high chair, givin' her father a quick million kisses, snatching my sippy cup as she rushed out the door into the hot Indiana air. Momma Elle fumed the entire time.

Lovely Pete was in for a shriek of a banshee that mornin'.

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OMG SUCH A LONG TIME SINCE I'VE UPDATED!!!!

Well, here it is! PART 1!! There's more to come :)

Enjoy the chap, and gimmie a little comments so I can have some motivation! YAS! I love youssssss!!!!!!!