𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 - 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐚 (1968-1985)
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, a young vibrant girl living out her dreams until she got close to her childhood friend and things took a turn for her.
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Chapter nine
November 29, 1982
"Oh are you okay?" A soft voice asked me, I was about to complain about these shoes again but was caught off guard by who just caught me
"Uh- yeah it's just these shoes and..oh my gosh it got on my dress!" I groaned loudly at myself
I really wanted to look nice at a great party and every thing went right down hill less than an hour! I took off the heels and held them in my hand
"Thank you for catching me. If you didn't i would've been laying flat on my face right about now" I shook my head rubbing my temples sighing again
"No problem. Hey I can show you to the bathroom for you to get cleaned up" He offered nicely. "Thank you I would appreciate that" He nodded turning around
As he led the way to the washroom, I just stared at the back of his head admiring his curled and his side profile when he greeted people.
It's been six years since the last time I seen him. We were hugging each other saying goodbye in my bedroom in 1977 it was a party for 3OU.
"Ange- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR DRESS?" Heather shouted, I grabbed her telling her to calm down causing most eyes to look our way
I just chuckled at them then glared at Heather "I had tripped because of these heels and my drink spilled on me! Stop your yapping!" I snap
"I figured it was those heels but go get cleaned up I know you brought a extra pair of clothes knowing you" She said "I did..I knew this was gonna happen eventually" I fake pouted
Michael had cut into the chat standing next to me "Hey Heather" Her face beamed a smile she when turned to face michael who stood there with a nervous concern look on his face
"Hi Michael! Congratulations on your album it is wonderful!" Heather face was glowing with her smile, I raised an eyebrow at her, I looked down seeing that she was waving me to go to the bathroom to go change
"Gosh Heather you do know how talk up a storm" I mumbled walking right past them, I ended up finding the bathroom myself along with the bag I had hid
"I keep thinking about his song Billie Jean and Thriller those two are going to be a hit!"
"You sure? I think it's going to be beat it and baby be mine"
"I really hope he gets nominated for the grammys"
I heard the girls in the bathroom talking about Michael's music from the Thriller album. I was listening to the songs too but what caught my attention was the song that said
