{^ Emma Watson will be playing Penny Stinson. :) }

Penny's POV

"She's just 16 years old, leave her alone, they say. Separated by fools who don't know what love is yet. But I want you to know,
Penny. "

"If I could fly, I'd pick you up, I'd take you into the night and show you a love that you've never seen, ever seen...."

I sit up sweating. I look at my clock. It's 2am. Great. I'm not going back to sleep. I look over at my roommate. She's fast asleep.

I quietly get out of bed and leave the bedroom. I go into the small living room and sit down on the couch. I grab the TV remote and turn the TV on.

I've been having the same dream over and over again. I can't get that damn song out of my head. Michael sung it at the worse possible time....well probably the best time for him.

I try to focus on the TV, but then the power started flickering on and off. Then it goes completely out. This is just wonderful. I sigh in disbelief. I guess I have to go back to bed now.

But before I could stand up, there's a knock on the door. I freeze. Who would be knocking this late?

My heart begins to thump faster in my chest. I slowly move towards the door. I've been missing a thrill in my life since Michael died. This is why I'm moving towards the door.

I look through the peep hole. No one is there. But I do see something white on the ground. I unlock the door and peer into the hallway. I look left, then right.

Then I look down. It's a folded piece of paper. I pick it up and close the door. I lock it. I unfold the paper. There's something written on it. I read it.

It says

The Underworld isn't very entertaining.

-MJ

I gasp. What the hell!? Is this some kind of sick joke? I reread it again. Then again. Then again. I laugh. It seems Michael left the boring world just to arrive at a boring underworld.

Wait....this isn't funny! Or possible. Whoever did this is a sick bastard! I rip it up and throw it away. I go into my bedroom and lay down. Try and go to sleep, Penny.

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I arrive at my therapy session. I've been in therapy since the shooting. I agreed with my parents that I needed it. My first class isn't until 2 this afternoon. It's 10:30am now.

I walk in and sit down on the couch. Mr. Harrison, which is a weird coincidence for a name because the judge during the trial was named Judge Harrison, says,

"Good morning, Penny. "

I say, "Good morning, Mr. Harrison. "

"How are you feeling this morning? "

I shrug my shoulders and say,

"Good I guess. "

He nods and asks,

"Anything bothering you today? "

I shake my head and reach into my bag for a piece of gum. But I grab a piece of paper. I look at it. It's folded.

I mumble, "It can't be...."

Mr. Harrison asks, "What is it? "

I unfold the paper. My heart begins to thump faster as I read the words written in dark red.

The Underworld isn't very entertaining.

-MJ

"I threw this away! "

"What is it Penny? "

I explain to him what happened last night. I ask,

"This is a cruel joke right? I mean obviously this isn't possible. "

Mr. Harrison nods and says,

"Of course it's not possible. Now, Penny, you need to take this to the head of security. We don't want a copy cat on our hands. "

Would someone really try and copy Michael? Would they try and copy every single thing he did?

Every single thing......

I begin to feel a rush from within. Excitement...