They Don't Care About Us aka Me and You

Hiya!! I'm Breanna!! But my buds call me Bre or Bubbles. Mainly because I'm always so bubbly haha.
I'm 14 and have a major crush on the one and only Michael Jackson. Yes the King of Pop himself.
I pretty much have everything. The posters and magazines are just a start. But I'm not gonna put you through all of it, it would take too long.
My besties are Lexie, Diana, Vienna, Lizzie, and Sandi. Most of them love MJ too. Except for Lexie. She hates him for some reason. I know, crazy right? She use to LOVE him, but then she changed. How? I have no clue.
But anyways... Back to the story!!!


"Yo Bre!!! Over here!!" Diana yelled at me from the swing set.
"Okay!! I'm coming!" I responded and jumped over the sandbox. I ran up to her and Lizzie.
"Bubbles!!" Lizzie laughed and grabbed me into a hug. I hugged back.
"Hey Liz!! Hiya Di!!" I giggled. "Did you hear who was coming to town today!?" I asked excitedly.
"Um......Noooo...... Who??" Di asked confused. Liz didn't know either.
"Guess." I said biting my lip.
"Um... Santa?? Oh wait, its not Christmas. Its the middle of summer!! Goofy Lizzie!!" Liz laughed face-palming herself. I laughed. "Nope."
"A person??" Di said.
"Well duh. Ok, I will give you a hint. He's a singer, one of our faves. He's a hottie!!" I said dreamily.
Liz gasped. "You don't mean...?" She looked at me with wide eyes.
"Oh I mean." I raised my eyebrows and smiled.
"OMJ no way!!! Michael Jackson!!!" Di started jumping around.
Liz joined in and so did I. We were jumping around giggling our heads off.
"Hey, whats with all the jumping slash giggling??" Sandi said walking up to us.
"MJ is coming to town!!!" We all said together. She squealed.
"No friggin' way!! OMJ!!!!" She started jumping with us.
"Hey guys look! A limo! That has to be him. C'mon!" Liz jerked us along.
A large group of people was following the limo. Crazed fans and reporters all around. And we were right in the middle of it.
Vienna ran up to us panting. "Did you guys hear??" She asked breathlessly.
We all nodded and kept trying to see around all the people. But we were short. We were only 10-14, we weren't that tall. Everyone else were adults! It wasn't fair.

The door on the limo finally opened after about 30 minutes of it just sitting there, thank the Lord.
"OMJ, there he is!" Liz squealed squeezing my hand.
Sure enough, right there, outside the limo was a tall, skinny, pale skinned man. I'm not one for the tall, dark, and handsome. So he's perfect.
He was in a black button-down shirt, with a black blazer. Which had the red band on one arm and military detail on the front. Black jeans and penny loafers. Not to mention the black fedora and dark sunglasses.
His curls hung over his handsome face and danced with grace as the wind blew.
He waved at his fans and sent out peace signs left and right, smiling from ear to ear.
We just kept screaming and bouncing around. Then he looked our way.
He smiled and started making his way through the crowd toward us.
My eyes widened and I looked down, I felt the shyness creeping over me.
"Hello there. And what might your names be??" He asked us.
Oh my gosh, MJ is talking to us!! I squealed on the inside. But on the outside I was so very shy.
Liz nudged me to go first. I stepped up to him still looking at my feet and fiddling with my fingers.












I hope you liked this first chapter!!!

Thanks, Bre