In 1984, 16-year-old Michelle Everett was an ordinary, shy, and innocent girl. She has light brown eyes, long dark brown hair, and light olive skin. Her mother is part Irish and African-American and her father is part Puerto Rican and Italian. She moved to San Francisco with her father. He and her mother had a divorce when she was three years old. Her father's a police officer and her mother, who lives in Macon is a waitress. Michelle's father was so overprotected among her, that he didn't want her hanging around boys or getting hurt. She always thought her life was going to end without love. At Lowell High, she meets a handsome mysterious guy who she falls in love with. But there's something strange about him that she doesn't know of.

He is older... handsome, has those brown dreamy eyes. It's hard to just look at him without getting these thoughts. Thoughts that shouldn't be there. Especially not when he is your dads bestfriend.

{This is a Michael Jackson fanfic} I can't stand Michael Jackson.Plain,and simple. Don't talk to me about him. Don't show him to me because I don't wanna see his face. Everybody around me loves him, but I want nothing to do with him. He's just another stuck up,asshole of a celebrity that I don't have time for. He can fuck off too just like everybody else in my life.

Allison Skylars. Online network was her get-away from the outside world. Through this she met someone who intrigued her with his life. 3 months chatting, but no phone calls, no Skype, just words. Simple words on a computer screen. Only a few pictures were sent. Who was really behind the screen? * * * * * * Join Allison on the winding pathway with her lover, facing the several obstacles that interfere with her relationship, obstacles that grow to become deathly.