As a Moonwalker, you probably sometimes imagine how things would've been like if you knew Michael, wether he was to be your friend, boyfriend, husband, brother, father, cousin, uncle, teacher, babysitter, etc.
In this book, however, is made up of my...
Oh, come on, no, no, no!! Michael groaned as his motorcycle started giving out.
Michael turned to look back.
Nobody at the moment.
Michael had just literally had to ride this motorcycle like Ray Charles out in the middle of the dessert just to escape his crazy fans, and the paparazzi!
Come on! He growled trying to kickstart it, but instead, it just turned right back into a bicycle.
When things couldn't get any worse!
Looking up, he saw a nearby gas station, and it looked like people were there!
Hesitating wether he should risk running into more crazy fans, he decided it's better than waiting out here for the vultures to finish the job.
Riding the bike the rest of the way, he went in, and saw that cars were driving out, and the others didn't even seem to notice him.
But he noticed someone else.
From the gas station, a girl walked out the building, holding a bag of stuff.
She was really tall, tall like Brooke Shields tall. She was wearing:
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But she had bunny ears, and a cotton tail.....
She looked mighty familiar, that brown skin, skinny, tall figure, the way those heeled boots jingled, that dip dyed blue hair, with the brown roots..... it wasn't until he saw her eyes that he realized it was Nyla.
For black people, brown hair and hazel eyes isn't something common to see, so picking her out wasn't hard.
His eyes widened as he watched her stroll over to this kick ass looking motorcycle:
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Nyla always had a amazing taste in motorcycles, being a biker and all.
Quickly walking over to her, Michael waved over to her.
