Dangerous Games (Michael Jackson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: Daydreamin'

Rays of the morning sun hit through my translucent curtains as I lay peacefully on my bed. My eyes were slowly pried open as the beeping sound of my alarm clock went off. Many people find the alarm clock an annoying object that would give you a headache, but for me, not so much.

I always prepare myself every morning, making sure I had enough rest for the day, especially on school days. It may not sound too much fun for a lot of people, but I honestly don't mind it, it became normal for me.

I hit the snooze button on the alarm clock and got up to use the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I received a text message. I grabbed my nicely decorated iPhone 7 that I got for my birthday recently and excitedly read the text message.

Peter 💞😚:
Good morning babe, ill pick u up from ur house in 30 min. C ya, love you xx

I smiled to myself as I replied back.

Me:
K, babe. I'll c u xx

I sent the message and quickly went through my closet for something to wear. I have so many choices to wear for today, sometimes I just can't choose. Whenever I'm stuck on what to wear, I usually call one of my friends for any advice.

I decided to call my friend since freshman year, Molly Allen, to help me decide. Molly picked up the phone on the first ring.

"Hello?" Molly's cheery voice ringed out from the phone speaker. "Hey Molly, it's just Ari, I am stuck on something to wear again." I bit my lip as I hear Molly give out a huge sigh on the other end.

"Ariana, this shouldn't be hard for you to decide if you have that many clothes!"

"That's the point, there are too many to choose from." I bit my fingernails as I look through my hangers.

Molly sighed again, "Fine, put your phone on camera," I did as I was told and moved my phone through my closet for Molly to see what I've got for today. "Hmm, what kind of outfit are you looking for?" Molly asked. "I'm thinking of something fresh, something to kick start the new year for me, but at the same time, I wanna look good of course."

I continued to pan the camera on my phone through my clothes before I heard Molly say, "Stop moving," through the phone speakers. "Sorry," I muttered, almost like a whisper. "Pick that jacket," Molly instructed. I looked at the only jacket that is standing out amongst my other clothes and grabbed it out of the closet. "Were you looking at this jacket?" I held the jacket close to my body by the hanger.

Molly nodded vigorously, "Yes! That one! Now, pick out something white to go with it and a pair of jeans and you're all ready to go." I removed the jacket from the hanger and placed it on my bed, "Thank you so much Molly. I'll see you at school okay? I gotta run cuz Peter's gonna pick me up shortly."

"Yeah, me too. Okay, I'll see you there. Bye!" Molly bid me farewell over the phone in a high pitched voice and we hanged up. I quickly grabbed something white, like a singlet, and a pair of skinny jeans, just like what Molly told me to wear to go with the jacket. I slipped on some black flats and fixed my hair on a high half-up ponytail, letting my long curls hang past my shoulders. I looked at myself at the mirror and I was happy with the final results. Senior year, I will kick your ass.