I always thought my sister looked exactly like me. Besides the silky blonde hair, we shared the same brown eyes, the sadness in them.
Right now, Gloria was standing on my front porch. Wearing tight black pants and a leather jacket. "What's the occasion?" I ask simply.
Her hand disappeared into her pocket. "Nothing." She smiled tightly, and it took me a moment to realize she was sweating. Though outside was cold. That happened to me only when I was...nervous.
"Gloria, what's going on?" I ask, eying her mysteriously.
She shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Diana."
I take a cautious step back, my heart beginning to thump loudly in my chest. "Gloria, you're scaring me." I purse my lips. "Why don't you come inside, I can make some tea."
Before I spun around I saw her pull something out of her pocket, but it was only when I turned back to face her that I realized it was gun.
Because it was pointed at my face.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanficDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
