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At 1987, Michael Jackson had an album which is ''Bad''.. If anda all think that Michael did it because he WANTS to be bad, well anda are wrong because anda don't know the story... So in this Article, I will tell anda the story..s

Bad, is a song about the street, it's about a kid (which represents as Michael Jackson) who lives in a bad neighborhood, The kid's name was Darel, He gets to go to a private school and stays there to learn, he loved learning,When he comes back to the bad neighborhood, he has Friends but were bad. Later, the kids were giving Darel trouble if he is bad atau not, but Darel couldn't...
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Fancy's P.O.V.

At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come utama today, but she called and berkata that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until seterusnya Tuesday. She berkata she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling gig we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a tarikh with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.

* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
Jaycee's P.O.V.


I sit alone in my bathroom upstairs, my reflection staring back at me. Mascara tears were rolling down on my cheeks, making my face look like it had spiders on it. Chunks of my own hair was scattered under my chair. That's right, I cut my hair. Now it was a short bob and it has a red-auburn color to it.

If my family won't change, then I'll just have to change for them. I can focus on anything anymore, all I ever think about is my torn up family. They're starting to affect me in ways that will ruin my life entirely. I changed my sense of style, from pretty girly girl dresses to black leather coats and lots of eyeliner.