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After training ended, Ashley looked at her watch to see that it was around 7pm, dinnertime. Luckily for every trainee, their rooms were filled with खाना supplies. Thing is, if they wanted a trainee in their rooms, they couldn't. All the rooms had cameras, so there was no privacy. The only place that they can have privacy is in the bathrooms. (Me: of course -.-)
Ashley headed to her room and saw Michael waiting outside her room. She had completely forgot that he was right अगला door to her.
"Michael? What आप doing?" Ashley asked.
Michael turned to her and smiled.
"I never got a chance to say this,...

Don't आप think about this sometimes..?Like everyone is against you
Like lately,i have been through this..
Everytime someone learns that i have been a MJ प्रशंसक since 2009,everytime the same thing...." Oh आप are प्रशंसक after he died? "...This just makes me feel so sad and depressed..I feel so guilty and mad at my parents and they had never told me(At least my mum,who is a fan) about him ...I don't want people think that i'm from the प्रशंसकों that don't appreciate MJ SINCE he died...It's very wrong!! i didn't know him before 2009,i was very little ...This is what happens when they hear that someone is...

The Following Day
Rebecca woke up to Michael getting dressed. She grabbed one of the sheets and covered herself while she was sitting up. Michael saw her sitting up and grabbed her clothes and handed them to her with a smile on his face. She smiled back and took her clothes and started putting them on. Once she was fully dressed, she stood up and instantly, she sat back down, with her hand on her head. Michael noticed and walked over to her. "You feeling alright, Rebecca?" He asked. She looked up at him and nodded. "I'm fine, Michael. I just have a slight headache. I'm fine, though. It's nothing...

Chapter 2
An Odd Surprise


1993 Neverland
Michael had woke up with a small smile on his face.
Quite a rarity for that to happen these days.
He slowly walked around his घर in his लबादा, बागे and decided to go for a walk outside sine the weather was nice.
As usual he headed for the Giving Tree. His usual sanctuary for peace and songwriting.
But something was different this time. He stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw.
He was staring at a beautiful white Arabian horse, sleeping under the Giving Tree.
He had wondered how it had got there at first, then secondly, why it was just lying there.
He slowly made...