2015 29th October Hollywood, USA

Blanket sighed is frustration as his sister Paris yelled at him as loud as she could.

"Blanket! You're my brother but I swear that if you take daddy's 'throne' I will never talk to you again!"
Paris screamed loudly and ran out the door.
Tears rolled down his face as fast as Paris had leaved him alone.

I miss him just as much as they do. And it's not my fault that I have talent... He thought to himself and then the door opened again and this time it was not Paris or Prince, it was Katherine.

"Oh honey." She ran up to him and have him a tight hug, when he felt the warmth from Katherine's body he just let it go. Tears streamed down his face and the only sound in the room was his sobs and sniffles

"they'll get over it, and there will never be another Michael Jackson, but there will be a Blanket Jackson walking in his fathers footsteps, dancing, singing, preforming... And I know that everybody will adore you and love you."

Katherine wipes his tears away "now go call Rebecca, she's probably worried about you, you haven't talked to her for days."

Blanket wiped one last tear and got up and grabbed his phone and called his friend.

Beep.... Beep..

"I hate you blanket!"

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A/n
Damn.... That wasn't nice of her to say.

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