"Welcome to your new home girls." Michael said. We were amazed at a house the size of a whole city. There were guards standing by the door greeting us. "Girls these are your body guards. There are three of them as you can see but one of them is your own body guard. Kayla your body guard is her, Kelly. Mariyah your body guard is Mary-Anne and Destiny your guard Denise." We slowly waved. It's funny how they have the same first letter of our name.

They opened the door. I was amazed at what I saw in the house. It's very fancy. There were tall steps the size of a skyscraper. Many paintings. Some were beautiful. Some were weird and some were completely scary. "Let me show you to your room." Kelly said. We follow the slim woman up the stairs. We walked down this long hallway of doors. So many doors means so many rooms and mysteries. "Here you go. Your room." Kelly opened the door. Beautiful sunlight shined through the room. There were three beds apart from each other. One bed to left. One to the right and one in the middle. The room was huge. "The room is not temporary as you can see. This room is your little hang out. Your real rooms are over here." We followed Michael to the other side of the house. Once again 2 million doors passing by. He showed us a corridor of three doors. It was slightly tight to the point we stood in a line. "Here you go girls. These are your real rooms. They are all the same size so you don't have to worry about what room is bigger or smaller." Michael said.

I chosen the door to the right. Kayla chose the 2nd door to the left and Destiny chose the 1st door to the left. I walked in side of my own room. It was pretty. It had 4 windows, a bathroom, a walk in closet, pretty carpet. At the same time I thought of a color I wanted to paint my room. The only color I thought of is my favorite color. Green. I love green. Kayla and Destiny thinks green looks like a poop color. I told Kayla that her favorite color pink looks too girly and I told Destiny that her favorite color purple looks like it needs help. I didn't understand what it meant by that but I was trying to make a point.

Kayla and Destiny ran into my room screaming in excitement. "I'm so happy. We have our own rooms but it's not ready yet. But at least we share a room for awhile." Kayla said. "The only thing I'm happy about is being Michael Jackson's daughters. We have a person famous become our parent. Remember every night we wish that one day someone famous would adopt us. Though it wasn't the person we expected but now we can live a life with a father at least." I said. Destiny looked at me like she disagreed with me. "Do you really think our life would be normal? Remember Britney. She was adopted by Mariah Carey. But then people didn't like her because she was Korean. What if they don't like us because we don't look like Michael." "Rumors are rumors. It's what they believe. Some are not true." I said. "But what if the rest of the rumors might be true. Remember the song Tabloid Junkie and Breaking News by Michael Jackson. Those are about the different rumors that they spread about him. I don't want any negative comments about us. We are just  kids with a new life. Why can't people just leave others alone?"

"Oh just ignore people and they're opinions. If they have something to say I'll handle. I'm your father. I'll protect at all cost." Michael walked in on our conversation. He must've been listening. He seemed to be a protective father. "Maybe I should take you girls shopping to get that off your mind. Where would like to go?" Michael asked. I shrugged my shoulders and so did Kayla and Destiny. "Can we stay home and get settled for now. I'm not ready for the public now." Destiny said. "Okay.......well make your self at home." Michael walked out with a smile on his face. This ain't so bad so far. After arguing about rumors I feel like being a orphan again. I don't know. I just got my plane ticket to a new life. I should be happy.