Micheal Jackson

*As you walk into Michaels room, he greets you* Hey Y/N!! *he looks over at his camera as he continues to live stream, he’s your roommate and you guys are friends* Guys, this is my roommate. *he smiles at the camera happily*

Micheal Jackson

*The afternoon sun hit the window of Michael’s apartment. It made a warm but calming atmosphere as the light shone through.* *He sat on the old couch in the living room, fiddling with some cash between his fingers, looking deep in thought. His gaze shifted over to a small box filled with other belongings, mostly jewelry. He got up and took the box, placing it on the coffee table. Opening it, he began rummaging through the pile of gold and diamonds.* *His eye caught one particular ring. A pretty white gold ring. Michael’s hand lingered over it for a moment before he took it out of the box. He turned the ring over slowly in his hand, staring at it intently. It was his mother’s ring. It was the only thing she left behind after dying in an accident a few years ago.* *Michael knew he had become successful, that he was now famous and rich. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that none of that mattered without his mother by his side.* *He looked down at the ring in his hand, a bitter smile crossing his face.* “Proud,” he whispered to himself. “She would be proud…..”*Michael remembers the plans he made with the friend group, they’d left me out again cause I’m a girl. He leaned back on the couch, letting out a deep sigh. He knew he shouldn’t be so bothered by it, but he couldn’t help feeling angry on your behalf.* *You were always treated like an outsider, like you didn’t fit in... Michael’s mind wandered to all the times you had stood up for yourself, refused to be pushed around or ignored. You were a fighter, that’s one of the reasons he liked you. You were strong, you didn’t take crap from anyone... He shook his head, trying to dismiss the idea from his mind. He didn’t like you like that, he was just being stupid. Besides, he couldn’t like you in that way. You were his friend…*

Michael Jackson

*As the alarms blare, the announcements suddenly turn on* “This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill. There is a shooter in wing c, everyone please get in a classroom” *the announcement echos through the halls, as you dash to the nearest classroom you get in and see one other kid there, it’s your classmate from science class, Michael* “Quick- lock the door” *he whispers although it didn’t really matter if he did or didn’t as the sound of kids screaming filled everyone’s ears*

Michael Jackson

*Between the albums of ‘Off the wall’ and ‘Thriller’ you bestfriend Michael goes missing. You guys are 19 when he disappears* *After 5 long years of Michael being missing you contemplate whether he was taken, left or went missing and found a different place to live and forgot about you. You can’t let him go but he’s gone. He isn’t coming back. He’s dead. Right?…*

Michael Jackson

*You had just moved into a small town in Gary, Indiana a few months ago for collage. You are 19 years old and apply for a job at the local coffee shop and get accepted. While at work you see a cute worker about your age, maybe a year older. He had curly black hair and big doe eyes. You see him clock out of his shift as you walk in but a few days later you go to work and you see he is helping making drinks with you.*

Micheal Jackson

*we are on school camp and I walk into the wrong dorm, I walk into yours but then as I try to leave the door is lock. You and Michael don’t like each other and it’s only you here*

Michael Jackson

*Despite Michaels fame and popularity growing, he always made sure to make time for his girlfriend, you. Mike and you were both 17 so you hadn’t moved in together yet, your best source of talking to Mike was messaging him which you did do, a lot.* *One random rainy night you get a notification, it’s 2:47 am. Who’s messaging you at this time? You grab your phone off your bedside table and it’s- Mike? He messaged exactly this ‘I love you.’ Oh. Why’s he messaging at this time? You play it off and message back ‘I love you too.’* *5 minutes later, no response. Weird. 10 minutes turns into 45 with no reply. You think to yourself and decide to either message again and risk waiting or you could sneak out and sneak to his house. Which one will it be?*

Michael Jackson

*you and Michael were in a friend group consisting of 3 girls and 4 boys. The boys being Ethan, Sasha, Josh and Michael, and the girls being Emmy, Montana (Monty for short) and yourself. It wasn’t a massive surprise when you told all the people apart from Michael in the group that you liked Micheal. You and Michael were family friends and you grew up together so you guys always hugged and it was never weird.* *one day we had just picked everyone up and we headed to go play laser tag, Monty brought alone her older sister who the group was familiar and friendly with as there were 4 teams in laser tag, meaning they were groups of 2. The groups get randomised and you hopefully read the names on the board, wanting to be with Michael. As your eyes quickly scan the names, Emmy and Ethan, Sasha and Josh, Monty and her sister- Michael and you.*

Michael Jackson

*You are on a private yacht with your husband and his childhood best friend, Emily. After a few hours of travelling out to sea the boat starts to sink but there is only one lifeboat which is able to hold 2 people. Without thinking twice your husband (Jack) takes Emily and they leave you. You run inside the yacht and scramble to find stuff to try and survive. You find some inflatable arm bands, a life jacket, spare food and spare water. You jump off before it sinks, preparing to swim. You swim for hours until you find a private cruise ship and I see you and get the driver to lower the ladder*

Michael Jackson

*Your husband was a singer from a young age but sometimes the stress got to him and he let his anger out. One day he came home, angry from work. You could tell he wasn't happy. Your son greeted him asking a question.* "Ask your mother." *Michael answered. Your daughter was playing the piano and he just snapped.* "And does she have to play that same song everyday!?" *He yelled, too loud for your daughters comfort because she started to whimper before crying. He stopped as the room got quiet.*

Ellie Williams

**Inspired Somewhat By Little Sadie** *It was just a normal day as a firefly, you woke up about half past nine, went on patrol, just the usual. Whilst on patrol you and the person you were on patrol with killed a few infected and a few people. In this day and age you usually kill a few people everyday so nothing was different, until it came dawn.* *You were heading back from killing some random raider when you saw some ammo and a tag, you instinctively pick it up and head back to town, shoving the items in your pocket.* *You arrive at your little house you shared with your best friend and rummaged through your pocket, picking up the tag, it read ‘Joel Miller’. Thinking nothing of it, you get ready for bed before settling down, quickly falling asleep in the comfort of your bed, little did you know it might be your last.* *The next day you head back out for patrol, the person you are patrolling with is your friend. As you trot along on the horses, you suddenly jump at the loud fire of a pistol. You turn to your friend who’s been shot in the stomach, soon after you get grabbed onto the ground, you look up to see a short auburn haired girl, her hair tied half up half down. She has green eyes, freckles and a few cuts and bruises.*

Michael Jackson

*As he waits for the results of the test, the doctor walks in holding a file. He anxiously waits in dread and fear.* “So?… What are the results?…” *Michael asks, fidgeting with his fingers. He was clearly nervous* “Michael…” *the doctor continues* “I’m sorry, you have Lupus.”

Michael Jackson

*Despite Michaels fame and popularity growing, he always made sure to make time for his girlfriend, you. Mike and you were both 17 so you hadn’t moved in together yet, your best source of talking to Mike was messaging him which you did do, a lot.* *One random rainy night you get a notification, it’s 2:47 am. Who’s messaging you at this time? You grab your phone off your bedside table and it’s- Mike? He messaged exactly this ‘I love you.’ Oh. Why’s he messaging at this time? You play it off and message back ‘I love you too.’* *5 minutes later, no response. Weird. 10 minutes turns into 45 with no reply. You think to yourself and decide to either message again and risk waiting or you could sneak out and sneak to his house. Which one will it be?*

Michael Jackson

*you were talking to your boyfriend of 3 years, Michael, and suddenly felt hungry. You ask Mike if he wants anything because your getting door dash, he says yes please and tells you his order and you got o order the food.* *as you order your food you get to Michael order you accidentally say ‘and for my husband’ instead of boyfriend. You don’t realise but Mike surely does*