The Runaways (Michael Jackson Fanfiction) (Unfinished)

Chapter 1

Angelina slammed a bottle of soda filled with purple liquid with the pink label diet GulpUp wrapped around the container on her dad's desk, startling him awake from his short nap on his chair.

"Angelina." He said as he cleared his throat.

Anyone can see his daughter was furious with her thick dark eyebrows pushed down and her light pink lips in a pout. Her father knew that look all too well.

"Diet Dad? REALLY? GulpUp was unhealthy enough of a soda on it's own, and now you fill it with poison stuff that would probably kill people before they're even obese and call it diet." She starts.

"Now sweetie, you know I wouldn't let drinks that has poison in it out to market and-"

"What is guarana dad?" Angelina asks in a calm tone interrupting her father.

"It's some type of flavoring used to enhance the taste or something,- w-why are you wondering?" He asked smoothing down his black horseshoe mustache.

"Guarana is a treatment doctors use to help heart problems, headaches, joint pains, and also used to help athletic performance. And yes, used in beverages to enhance the flavor. But what you don't know is that guarana has high amounts of caffeine in it, and if taken frequently, can damage the nervous system. People can even get addicted unless they have a prescription." She said folding her arms across her chest with a cross look.

"Fun. You did your research."

"You have that junk inside your 'non-poisonous-soda.' Is that what you want dad?" Angelina asked her now annoyed father, slamming her hands on his desk.

"Well in the marketing world, that's how it is. And so far this update of the product is being grabbed off shelves quicker than Muhammad Ali." He replied ignoring the fact that she slammed her hand on all his paperwork.

"No one is faster than Muhammad Ali." She mumbled under her breath.

"Dad, this is trash and you know it!"

Why didn't her dad just listen to what she had to say? He was doing what he always did best, listening better to his money than his own daughter. And Angelina was tired of having to shout over something that doesn't even speak to get her father's attention.

"This trash brings food on the table and clothes on your back! And you have no right to insult what I sell young lady!" Her father yells back standing up.

There is silence and the only sound that comes from inside the room is the hum of that new thing called a computer.

"Fine." Angelina said between grit teeth.

She felt her anger bubble up inside her getting bigger and bigger. She hated everything her father did and what he stood for. Why couldn't he be more like mom?

"Mom would have agreed with me." She murmured as she turned around, but immediately wished she took it back. She could see herself mentally punching her father in the gut with her words.

She couldn't move her feet as she listened to the heavy breathing that got faster by the second. Why did she just have to have such a big mouth? Getting lost in her emotions was something that happened on a regular basis.

"Angelina Isabella Mariana Almaraz. Go to your room now." Her father strained to keep a calm voice.

Angelina found her feet again and ran out the door leaving the bottle of diet GulpUp on his desk. Her black boots clicked across the stone floor and up the stairs into her room. The small mansion her dad purchased was so big; it's surprising how she even remembered where her room was.