Briel pov:
It was Cold day, I was walking around the block. It was getting chilly so I put on a leather coat.
Michael pov:
I opened the front door and saw tupac smoking weed on the steps.
Me: "no please don't smoke this around my ranch, children might be coming today!"
Tupac: "Yo chill up my dog, that's why I'll be showing you the good life after we get in the car"
I sighed then walked to the car door. I sat in the passenger seat and saw a bunch of garbage around me. I felt so uncomfortable that I prayed to God to get me out of this car.
Tupac: "Michael you good?"
Me: "yes and where are we going?"
Tupac: "my home place!!"
The car drove fast out of my parking lot. The car was bumpy while he was driving.
I looked out the window and I saw lot of people outside on the street. It looked like a ghetto but I never knew this would be worse than my home town in Gary.
Me: "wow this place is wonderful"
Tupac: "stop lien Michael, this place is shit"
Me: "don't call this place that when there is poor children who are trying to escape from here"
Tupac: "it's hard to escape but only if you get to college and if got that type of money"
I looked at my hands and started folding them. I thought of helping them by giving them money to the families. Tupac woke me up from my imagination.
Tupac: "yo, I didn't want you to come here to acting like heal the world and stuff, we came here to get some hookers!"
Me: "wha! No please I might get seen"
Tupac: "put a paper bag over your face so no one won't notice you"
Me: "what! It's not about that Tupac!"
Tupac: "Michael chill the fuck down,I promise you nothing bad will happen"
I looked out the window trying to figure out what I should do. I was hoping today I could be someone different and today is the day and maybe it might give me experience.
Me: "fine but I need the paper bag"
Tupac: yeah! That's what I'm talking about king of pop!"
I started giggling while Tupac was driving around searching for a woman. He pointed at a woman walking somewhere.
Tupac: "you ready dog?"
Michael: "are you sure that's a hooker?"
Tupac: "yo Michael trust me"
Me: "fine"
I cut holes in the bag for my eyes to see then put the paper bag over my head.
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Michael You take my breath away
FanfictionMy name is Briel, I lived in the ghetto with my sister. I was so poor that I would do anything for money so I became a hooker. until One day Michael Jackson changed my whole life around when he asked me to move in with him. I find my self falling in...
