Michael, te Send Me

Michael's P.O.V.

My body was spread across the divano with my face down. I wasn't going to sposta until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and it was mother.

" I don't want cena Mother."

" I wasn't going to ask te that if te let me talk."

I really didn't want anybody to talk to me right now. It was kinda cool enjoying solitude until someone shows up.

" What is it Mother?"

" Why are te lookin' depressed?"

" I kissed Jaycee and I probably messed up our relationship."

" Sorry Michael ,but the world don't revolve around Jaycee. Sure, she's a nice girl, but life doesn't stop with her."

"...

It's September, and me, Jessie, and the crew were ready to go to China for the kick off of our tour. Me and Jessie were in a plane da ourselves “Michael, te look like the kind of guy whose done this to girls so many times. Are te those types?" Jessie detto as I laughed “You sound like you're interviewing me. I am that kind of guy, to tell te the truth. I don't have time for real relationship so I would fall in Amore with a girl and really get serious with her. But after 3-4 months, both of us quit on it." I detto it with no worries, I told her the truth because she was loyal towards me...

With Raymond's hands gripped on my shoulders, he was hard to get off.

" Why are te doing this?" I said, breaking the silence. raggio, ray glanced down at me with empty eyes.

" Because." He growled, forcefully digging his nails into my shoulders. I couldn't help but let out a yelp of pain.

" How is this satisfying? You're only hurting me!" I screamed, yanking him down da his collar, making me on superiore, in alto of him.

" I can't help myself! You're beautiful!" He said, sweat beads lining the edge of his forehead.

" You're too old for me!" I said, still on superiore, in alto of Raymond. His panting was a hint that I could make...

I wrote an articolo on the subject everyone in New York seemed to talk about....Michael turning himself in. My boss told me to write the articolo for 'punishment' of my late action. Creep. I took my pen and began Scrivere with my titolo being 'It's about time!' and started telling the opinion filled story of my bad boy's story. I wrote about the way I felt and how it affected me , I had to lie. This what I wrote:
When I herd from a friend that this heinous criminal had turned himself in , I shouted hallelujah! Thank God he turned himself in. te rarely hear criminals turning themselves in. He probably...

Today was school but no rehearsal for the boys o Motown.The boys went to school."Yes, no rehearsal!" Marlon said."Just school" Michael said."No Motown!" Jermaine said."No girlfriend" Michael detto sad he doesn't get to see Mariah."It'll be alright Mike!" Jackie said."You could see her monday through thursday!" Tito said."Yeah" Michael detto smiling.They got in their schools.The boys had learned english, history, science, and mathematics.They had Musica and physical education.After school, the boys headed home."Hey, we don't have to worry about getting home in time for rehearsal!" Jermaine said."Yeah..."...