Sunday, February 8th.

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*10 a.m.*

I get up this morning thinking about what happened last night. Was I wrong ? 

Sure, but I was only speaking my mind. I thought that was what I was supposed 

to do. I guess I went about it the wrong way. I wasn't going to sit there and 

pretend I enjoyed his presence though. I don't hate the man but-- whatever. I 

need to go about my day. 

I wake up and do my daily routine of getting ready and eating breakfast. All I'm 

wearing is black sweatpants with a purple tank-top with my hair in a messy bun. 

I'm so glad I don't have anything to do today , I need this break. I plan on going 

for a jog around the park and coming home, taking a nice relaxing bath, and just 

watch movies all day. 

As I'm about to walk out the door my phone rings. I go to the desk where the 

phone is and answer .

Me: Hello?

?? : Hey, I told you to call me remember ?

Me: *putting a hand on my forehead* I'm sorry, I totally forgot . What did you want 

to talk about ? 

I walked to my couch and sat down .

Jamie: Last night .

Me: *Sighs* Oh gosh .

Jamie: Oh gosh is right . How you behaved last night was beyond childish. You 

are a grown woman and I expected you to act like one.

Me: Look, I--

Jamie: *cutting me off* I am still talking ! 

My eyes widened . She is serious .

Jamie: That little attitude you have needs to go , really fast. I can't believe the way 

you treated Michael last night . That man did nothing to you ever ! How dare you 

treat him like that? You really hurt him!

Me: How do you know? 

Jamie: I called him once you left to check on him. He was really hurt and felt 

disrespected. He seriously doesn't understand why you hate him so much and I 

wonder the same thing . Why Avaiyah ?!

Me: I don't hate him .

Jamie: Well I sure can't tell ! If you don't hate him why do you feel the need to 

always pick on him and make him feel bad? What kind of person does that? I've 

always been able to look past all of that because you are my friend and my sister. 

I know this isn't how you really are ! This is not you Avaiyah , why are you acting 

like this? Huh?

Me: *silent* 

Jamie: You can't answer can you ? You don't even know why you're this way . 

Well you know what ? I'll call you whenever . This is ridiculous.

Before I could respond she hung up. I can't believe she just went off on me like 

that. I can't say she was wrong but I don't feel that was necessary. I have reasons 

for how I act! Ugh , I'm so upset right now. 

I get up, grab my water bottle and go for a jog. I need to run some of this 

frustration off . 

*10 minutes later*

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I'm in the park jogging and suddenly I feel tired so I start walking . As I'm walking, 

I start to feel rain drops. Great ! This just perfect . I continue walking as the rain 

starts to pour harder and harder . I'm now soaked from the rain and not even 

close to home. It'll be another 20 minutes before I get there . 

I continue babbling to myself about the long walk when suddenly a car pulls up 

next to me. I start to feel a little nervous so I speed up my walking . The car is still 

following me and then the window goes down and I see a familiar face . 

Wow, really? 

Me: Michael? *looking confused*

Michael: You need a ride ?

Me: No , I'm fine . *lying*

Michael: Avaiyah , can you not be stubborn right now ? Look at this weather. You 

know you need a ride now get in.

Me: *Rolls my eyes* Fine.

I get in the car. I look over at Michael who's staring at me like he's waiting for 

something .

Me: What?

Michael: You didn't put on your seatbelt .

Me: *scoffs while putting on seatbelt* You're one of those.

Michael starts to drive off.

Michael: I'm what? A law abiding citizen ? Yes, I am.

Me: Right. So, where's your limo? Shouldn't you be chauffeured around ? 

Michael: *smirks* Let me guess, you assume that because I am Michael Jackson 

I can't drive.

Me: Well yeah .

Michael: *shakes his head* You know, I can be normal too. I'm not the guy you 

think I am .

Me: Oh really ? So you telling me that if you snapped your finger and told 

somebody to do something they wouldn't do it?

Michael: Yeah I can do that but--

Me: Not all of us have that power. You are too powerful .

Michael: You act like I'm some bad guy or something . Please tell me what I have 

done to you .

We approach a red light . Michael turns to me.

Me: *looking straight ahead* You know what you did.

Michael: No, I don't . You never tell me .

Me: You're spoiled Michael . Very spoiled .

The light turns green. Michael takes his focus off of me and continues to drive.

Michael: I'm spoiled? And you think you're not ? You're more spoiled than anyone 

I've ever met and I'm not that spoiled.

Me: Oh please, I'm not that spoiled . You got everything a person could wish for. 

You got the world wrapped around your finger.

He pulls up in my drive-way and parks. I don't immediately get out the car. I undo 

my seatbelt and just sit there.

Michael: *turns to me* Let me explain myself to you. Growing up I shared a small 

home with my sisters and brothers, you know that. I barely got to do anything a 

normal child has done . I grew up working , working hard for all the things I have 

now . You grew up like a normal child . You're mother and father gave you 

everything and you have the nerve to call me spoiled? You don't have to go 

through half the things I have to go through on a daily basis . I may just be a 

singer to you but this singer has a lot on his back but he doesn't sit around and 

complain about it. You don't understand a thing about me. The only reason I used 

to brag about my music and stuff when we were growing up was to try to impress 

you because I felt that you were better than me. You got to travel around the 

world without the paparazzi in your face, you lived in big homes... I was jealous of 

you . I admit it. But we're grown now and I'm trying to make peace with you. But I 

need you to stop acting so cold towards me. Can you do that ?

I sit there for a minute and think.

Me: I'll try to be nicer. Look, I don't hate you . I just feel like you have too much 

power and I do hate it but I can't get mad at you over something you can't control. 

I have an idea. You can come over tomorrow so I can explain exactly why I'm so 

cold towards you .

Michael: *looking very serious* Ok, I'll be over tomorrow around 12 pm . Is that 

ok?

Me: Yes , that's good .

I get out the car and turn to Michael . 

Me: Bye , Michael.

Michael: *half smiles* Bye, Avaiyah.

I walk to my door and open it. I wave to Michael and he nods then drives away.

It's only 2 pm. I guess I'll go take that bath now.

*1 hour later.*

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That bath was nice. While I was in there, I had a chance to reflect on everything 

Michael had told me. He was jealous of me? That's crazy. I thought he was just a 

jerk. Now I feel so bad about how I've treated him all these years . I really need to 

do some serious apologizing . Michael is a nice guy and I want to make things 

right with him. He deserves it.

I get out the tub, grab a towel and wraps it around my body. I go to my room and 

throw on a pair of black shorts and red t-shirt. Not my best outfit but it's 

something.

I walk into my room and starts to search for movies . I finally find one.

Me: *to myself* Aha, Home Alone. Perfect !

I skip to my VCR and put the tape in. I lay on my bed and watch the movie until I 

start to doze off. 

After 20 minutes I fell asleep.

When I woke up I go to look outside and it's dark. Hmm, how long did I sleep ? I 

look at my night stand where my clock is. Wow, 4 hours. It's 6 pm and I need to 

eat something .

I walk down to my kitchen and look in the fridge. I scratch my head trying to 

decide what I want .

Me: Ok . Salad or chicken ? Or chicken salad ? Yeah that's it ! I'll make a good 

chicken salad ! Good thing this chicken is already cooked . 

I grab a knife and place the chicken on a cutting board and starts to cut parts of 

the chicken into pieces. I go into the fridge and grab some lettuce to chop up and 

I put it into a bowl along with the pieces of chicken. Looks good so far. I go in the 

fridge to get a tomato and some lemon juice to also add to the salad. I chop up 

the tomato and place it in the bowl while pouring the lemon juice over the salad. I 

grab some salt and pepper and sprinkle it over the salad. 

Ahh, perfection.

I walked over to my table in the dining room and sit down to enjoy my salad . 

After I was done , I placed my bowl in the sink . I'll wash it tomorrow .

I walk upstairs to my room and look for more movies. Eventually I find some and 

start to watch them.

I layed down and just spent the rest of my day watching movies and thinking of 

how tomorrow will go with Michael. I hope all goes well. But , you never know.