I watched as Michael Jackson shacked everyone's hand. I was getting nervous. I heard his music before. But I don't remember how they go. He is so friendly. He walked over to me with a big smile on his face. I sat behind my friends but he's able to notice me because I'm taller than them. I then ducked down, but Aaron pulled my hand for me to stand up. He then whispered in my ear. "This is your only chance to meet someone you've dreamed of meeting."

I really didn't want to meet him but this might be my only chance of meeting someone I listen to. I stood up straight, standing like a soldier. From that point on he notice my eyes focused on him. We made a eye contact. Neither of our eyes blinked. He waved and smiled. I copied.

"All right children, in line formation. I want separate lines with age difference. Like the way we taught you. Ready and form!" Mr. Johnson yelled. When it comes to Mr. Johnson being in charge, he makes us be in military mode since his father was in the army. Kids of different size and age scattered around to form lines. I'm with the age raging from 8-12. The older kids in our line are very rude. Since it's only ten 8 year olds and a whole bunch of them are pre-teens, they think they can boss us around and pick on us. The only 8 year old they don't mess with is Carly. She's the one that pounces back.

One time Joseph (11 year old) was picking on her because she have a huge birthmark on her forehead. They used to call her "Birth-Fore." Its was very mean. Sometimes she would run away and cry. They used to pick on me for having a football ball shape birthmark close to my neck. They called me "Dora." It was very mean but I tried to held back my tears. But that day when Carly was tired of them picking on her, she pounded like a wild cat leaving half of them with scratches deeper than the Grand Canyon. Both Carly and the bullies was punished.

As we stood in line waiting for our turn, I still felt scared. But he was like Santa. Telling him what we want or wish to have.

It was my turn finally. I sat in the chair next to him. I smiled. "So what is your name?" Michael asked. I'm shaking once more. My name is.....mmm...Mariyah." I stuttered. "What a beautiful name. How old are you?" He asked. "I'm 8 years old." I replied. He started to smile real hard. "Well I hope one day you will be adopted by the best parents." Michael said. "I hope so too." I smiled. I got up from the chair so it would be the next person. I couldn't help but think why he said that with a big smile on his face? I also want to know why we only have 5 seconds to talk to him?