My name is Jubalee, but you can call me JJ. I live in the heart of California. I attend the East Side Union High school. I am technically in the 11th grade and I'm on the road of graduating Magna cum lade of my class. (Pretty impressive, right?) I just got out of a 3 and a half year relationship with this guy named Chris. (Long story) and I live with my mom and my dad. They treat me like I'm a baby, (which I am not) and I HATE IT. I have 2 older twin brothers, both of which are in their senior year of college. They don't like it when I date, but hey, I'm about to be in the 11th grade when school starts back in a few weeks! When will I be allowed to date? When I'm well into my 40's?!



Anyway, I'm one of those girls that guys bother at DAILY. Why? I have no idea! They call me things that make no sense most of the time and some of them even ask me for 'sexual favors'. I HATE it. But, I don't let their ignorance bother me...as far as letting it effect my grades. Words hurt, but I try not to show them that they do. Then, if they see that their actually getting to me, they'll never stop! That's why I miss my best friend, Bernice. She used to get them to leave me alone. She was also very smart and beautiful (Just like me of course), but she was...violent. She had some problems that came about after her mom was killed right before she moved away. She had mood swings like most people do, but when she wasn't in a bad mood, she was the best. She moved away a few months before 10th grade year ended. She didn't wanna move, but her dad's job caused him to have to move to New York! That's so far from here! If she had other family members that lived here in California, she would've stayed, but since her mother was murdered and the remainder of her family lives ever where else besides Cali, she had to go. We talk everyday, but it's not the same...



Bernice and her dad lived in the house, similar to mine, next door, surrounded by trees. It was just recently sold to someone a week or so ago. They're now outside unpacking stuff...They look like pretty happy, nice people. Especially the boy...He is so handsome! It's like 5 of them and 3 girls, who I'm assuming to be siblings. The family looks familiar, but I just can't put my finger on it! I've just been sitting on my porch being a total stalker all day. Hopefully, he doesn't see me over here looking at him. Soon, I'll be going to 'Welcome them to the neighborhood' with my parents soon, so, I guess I'll meet him then...and maybe get a number...



My name is Michael Jackson. Yeah, that Michael Jackson. I've just moved here with my family because our old home just wasn't cutting it anymore. It was too small. I'm pretty smart, I love the dark, I hate the sun, but I love nature. I've never failed a test, quiz, or class in my life and I love not going to school. That's right. You thought just because I make my grades and stuff that I was gonna be on of those nerdy "Oh my gosh I love school" type kids. Hell nah! You all know my story...well you THINK you know my story, but truly, you don't. Me, my Father, and my sister's Janet and LaToya have a dirty little secret. We weren't born...normal like the rest of the people around this prissy ass community. I'm not 100% sure, but maybe someone here will except me for who and what I really am...maybe that girl next door, who is on her porch staring at me? I'm pretty sure by the ways she staring at me, she knows who I am and what I do...or maybe she's trying to figure that out...



Anyway, I've got a feeling that I'm not gonna like many people here, and that our new school is gonna fucking hate me. That's just how kids are towards me. They hate me. They pick at me. They judge me. Before they even get to know me. They call me "Queer" and "Weird" when none of it is true...I've actually had my share of girlfriends, but they all turn out to be gold diggers and completely out of reach. Over the years, the kids at my old school began to notice that my skin color was slowly changing...and so did the pigs of the media. They began to taunt me, saying that I didn't wanna be black anymore, and simple dumb shit like that, which is absolutely FALSE! I love my race! My race is beautiful, my race is history! But anyway, 'hating my race' is not the case at all. I have a rare skin disease, which kills the pigmentation in my skin, making the sun my deadly enemy...That all comes with being a..."MICHAEL! GET OVER HERE AND HELP YOUR BROTHERS TAKE THESE LAST BOXES UPSTAIRS PLEASE!"



I-I've gotta go now, but soon, you will know who I really am...

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