* Elizabeth's POV*

Meeting Michael Jackson was the worst thing ever in life.

Well that's how it seemed.

He tormented me throughout elementary school. It just seemed like we always ended up in the same class together. Then hell would begin.

In 2nd grade, he melted a bunch of crayons and put them in my seat, and when I sat down, I felt something squishy, when I went to stand up I had a colorful butt.

In 3rd grade, he stuck gum in my hair, I had to get my hair cut because it wasn't gonna come out.

In 4th grade, he tried being nice to me which I thought was weird because I knew him for being evil little demon, but I accepted his offer for friendship. But it was a big mistake, because he got me to tell him embarrassing things that happened to me, that he promised he wouldn't tell anyone but of course, he told the whole class.

The whole class laughed at me, including Michael. He would get in trouble for the things that he did to me, but he would blame me for him getting into trouble and just torment me more then ever.

I was lucky when he would get into trouble, I wouldn't see him for a while and I was at peace.

Michael started hanging with a certain group of people that were bad, at first Michael had always been his normal jerky self but when he started hanging with this crowd he turned into an asshole.

Oops, sorry for my language, mother doesn't like foul language.

But where was I??

Oh yea, when we got to middle school it just got worse and worse. Michael was my full time bully. The only weird part about it was that when someone else tried to bully me, he would get mad and let them know straight up, that no one else could bully me, he was the only one that do it.

I always thought that maybe Michael liked me a little, that's why he used to mess with me, but I always got the idea out of my head,

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One day I'm walking to my science teachers class, and I see Michael standing next to my locker.

"What now?' I groan slowly walking to my locker because I know if I keep walking it's going to be trouble.

I stop at my lock and look at him, he looks sad.

Wait Michael the Michael Jackson is having a sad look on his face, I thought I never would see the day.

"What's wrong Michael??" As mean and hurtful Michael was to me, I still cared about him, even if he was the spawn of Satan himself.

He looked at me and just looked at me deeply in the eyes.

He was gonna start talking, but some of his friends saw him and called for him.

Michael jumped when he saw them and his first reaction was to push me down to the ground.

"Next time get out of my way loser." He said kicking my books

His friends laughed at me, and patted Michael on the back and walked away.

Michael looked back as I began picking up my books, I met his stare and it read "I'm sorry"

Something isn't right.

That's not the normal Michael.

I just didn't know how serious it was til later in life.

To be continued. . . . . .  .

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