My school day was ordinary. My morning was in a rush since I decided to sleep in ten minutes longer. I didn't realize I had so much to do until leaving for school! Thankfully, I didn't ruin any of my clothing nor cause a mess NOR drive incredibly crazy in case I thought I would be late.
I've been gathering good news recently. One of my essays was canceled and my dad is supposedly joining mom in running a marathon in Vegas around the middle of November while Mason is home. Mason and I are pretty excited for that since we'll finally have some quality time together. :) <3
I watched a biography on Michael Jackson in the evening. Sadly enough, I remember that exact day when the newscasters announced Michael's death... I remember exactly what I was doing, too. I was at my boyfriend's relatives house visiting when my mom called. She told me she had bad news. Curious, I wondered what happened. She said, "Michael Jackson passed away." In shock, I asked her what channel this was being broadcasted on. Flipping the TV to a News channel, I watched as the ambulance took Michael to a nearby hospital. He fell into a coma before seeing the Big Man upstairs.
I think that day, when my idol died, was the saddest day of my life. I spent my whole life dreaming of meeting Michael. I worked hard in school to gain my future fame in order for Michael to notice me. I danced to his music, dressed similar to him, and watched countless hours of his music videos. I'm a faithful fan. A loyal one. Michael Jackson will forever be my idol. Metaphorically, he shall never die.
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