This is my first FanFic. I just had a weird dream that had a good story line. So I wrote it down. Tell me what you think.

It was the perfect day for a walk. So I grab my MP3 player. As I walk out the door and call:

"Mom, I'm going for a walk!"

"Ok, honey, be careful!" she called back.

"I will!" I call.

I am not as self consciousness so I sing along. Anyone that truly knew me know that I listen to Michael Jackson almost nonstop. Then my favorite song starts to play so I start to sing along.

"I'm going to make change...for once in my life," I sang.

"That's my favorite song." I would know that voice anywhere. I turn around to see my idol standing there wearing a long-sleeved red button up shirt (with a black armband),black dress slacks, a pair of black penny loafers, and, of course, that iconic black fedora hat. He has the biggest grin on his face. Starstruck, I stammer.

"Uh, uh, uh, HI! I'm your biggest fan!" I say. He just chuckled to himself.

"Hi, what's your name?" he asked.

"Diana Starr," I answered.

"What brought you here to Lancaster, WI?" I asked, a little calmer.

"Jermaine and I are going to take some time off to have some brother to brother time, we have had some arguments. So we needed some time to wind down and remind ourselves that we love each other. And what is a better location to slow down and enjoy nature without fans swarming us than Lancaster, Wisconsin?"

I saw his point.

"I came out to enjoy the weather outside."

"Same, only I was taking a walk to enjoy the weather."

"Ahh."

"So, where are your bodyguards?" I ask.

"On their way to Chicago," he replied

"Why are they all the way in Chicago?"

"They are picking up Jermaine from the airport."

"Ahh."

"Oh, I see you've dropped your MP3 player."

Embarrassed I look around, it was behind me.

"Oops!" I said as I turned around to pick it up. Standing up, it all happened fast.

Bang!

It felt like something punched me in the chest. Then my nerves kicked in. My legs buckled and Michael caught me. Then he gently set me down and started to apply pressure to my wound.

"HELP! HELP! ANYBODY PLEASE HELP!" he yelled.

Luckily, a policeman heard the shot and Michael shouting and came running over.

"She was shot from that direction," he told the policeman and pointed at a tall, old abandoned house.

"I need an ambulance and some backup at 357 North Adams St.," he said into his radio.

The sirens were very loud-It is a small city-and they were getting louder.

The last thing I remember is Michael looking down at me with pleading concerned eyes I will never forget.

"Hang in there. Help is on the way," he said

I heard doors open and close and running footsteps in my direction.

"Can you hea-"

I never heard the last of that sentence. Then I started to wonder:

Was I the target or Michael?

Who could possibly want Michael dead?

What will happen next?

Then...nothing.

Michael's POV

I beg her to stay alive for me, not sure if she heard me,but I have to try.I beg to go with them. They said yes. I get in and they shut the doors. ZOOM we're off to the hospital.I am so sick to my stomach. I couldn't bear the thought of a child dying because of me. I hope they catch the person who did this. I want him to pay for what he/she did.

What am I doing? This isn't me. Then I started to focus my thoughts on one thing that mattered at that moment: Diana.

We arrive at the hospital and they rush Diana to surgery. I stay out in the lobby till I hear the results. I ignore all of the camera flashes and all of the reporters. I'm just not in the mood to talk with anyone,but the doctors. I want to make sure she's ok.

A little while later an older man wearing an Air Force hat with(assuming) his wife came into the room with tears streaming down both of their faces. You know I am very sensitive so I go over and ask:"What's wrong?"

The wife looks at me and shared very disturbing information.

"We just heard that my niece, Diana Starr, is in the hospital and the rest her family, my sister's family, was in a huge semi accident and is dead!" She said and burst into tears. Her husband moves over to comfort her.

"I am Nick Miller and this is my wife Emma."Nick said.

"I am Michael Jackson and I am in here for Diana too, and I know why she's here." I said.

"Why?" asked Nick

"She taking a walk and ran into me. We talked for a little bit. I pointed out that she had dropped her MP3 player. She bent down to pick it up. When she stood up she was shot by a guy that was aiming at me." I answer.

I couldn't stop thinking about one thing: Diana. Beside that I could see,very vividly, the headlines in the newspaper in the morning.

After a very long silence the doctor came in with the results.

Ha Ha, Cliffhanger.