Chapter Three

Ronni POV:

This is so incredible! Never in my life have I ever dreamed that I would be living at Never Land Ranch! I never thought I would be adopted by someone actually normal! To top it off, I get to be treated just like Prince, Paris, and Blanket! Wow, I sound so shallow…

"You know, Daddy's got a day off. He usually teaches us how to sing and dance. Want to come?" Paris asked me. I nodded. A dance lesson from Michael Jackson! They led me to their practicing room and Michael walked in.

"Are you warmed up kids? Oh Ronni, you want to join us?" Michael asked. I nodded.

"If th-that's ok with you." I said shyly, still wanting to make a good impression. He smiled.

"That's perfectly fine with me." He said. I smiled. After a few stretches he started to teach us a few steps. To be honest…I had no idea what I was doing. I was completely lost. Then we started to sing a little…um…yeah, lets just skip that part.

"Well, since you guys did awesome today, how about we go get some ice cream?" Michael asked us. Prince shrugged, Paris nodded, and Blanket nodded. I feel like I'm intruding. They all looked at me questionably.

"I don't want to intrude." I said. They looked confused.

"Oh, you're not intruding at all. We're having Brenda come too." Michael reassured me. I smiled shyly.

"We're leaving in 15 minutes, you guys get ready." Michael said and he left the room. I hugged all three of them.

"Thank you so much! You have no idea how grateful I am!" I said. All three smiled and we left to get ready. I went down to my cottage and Brenda and I got ready. I wore a plain white t-shirt with a random logo on it and some denim shorts after all it was May. Brenda and I then walked back to the front entrance.

"We're riding in this!?" I exclaimed excitedly. I have never been in a Limo before not even for that selling stuff event thing. They all nodded and we all got in.

"This is just…unreal!" I said. After we arrived at the ice cream place, which I must say was huge! Michael and Brenda made us put on the colorful masks. Paparazzi was already swarming outside the limo. The chauffeur comes and opens our door and my sight is blurred by flashing cameras. My mask wasn't a strap on so I had to hold it to my face as we got out of the limo. The people were trying to ask Michael a thousand questions at once and cameras flashed constantly. We finally got inside the ice cream shop. I started to take off my mask but Brenda stopped me just before I revealed my face.

"Is this a regular thing?" I asked them and they chuckled.

"This happens every time." Prince told me. We all ate ice cream happily. I laughed at the people outside with their faces pressed against the windows. It was kind of difficult to hold up my mask while eating my ice cream. I'm just not that coordinated. I looked so retarded that they actually had to get up and get me a strap for my mask. I think my face turned twelve shades of red and from the brain freeze I had maybe blue. Plus I was partially blind from all the freaking camera flashes.

Prince POV:

I laughed at Ronni's beet red face. Poor girl wasn't used to all the attention. After the redness in her face finally went down she continued to eat her ice cream. Her long black curly hair covering her face. She clutched her head in total frustration…

"What's wrong?" I asked her. She looked up clutching her head.

"Brain Freeze!" She said. I started laughing and she gave me a look. She will probably see dad's new tour with us. After we finished our ice cream we went through the crowd of people and went home. For the rest of the night all six of us just hung out and talked for a while. We talked and we joked, me and Ronni immediately became the best of friends. After a couple days we were really close. Sunday afternoon, we were walking around in our backyard.

"Your life is just so much fun!" She said. I chuckled, I never noticed how much I took advantage of the things I had. I know I shouldn't ask this but this but the curiosity is eating me alive.

"What was your parents like?" I asked. Then I saw sudden pain in her eyes. She sighed and looked at her feet. I started to apologize but she started to answer.

"I haven't seen my parents since I was four…" She told me. "Every time I saw my mother, I always saw warmth and love in her eyes. She'd always try her best to try and feed me. She gave birth to me when she was just seventeen. She loved me and I loved her but my father…" her voice trailed off. Tears were welling in her eyes.

"Ronni, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I said trying to console her. She wiped off her tears and smiled.

"Don't worry! I'm fine!" her smile faded "my father, was not the best man…you see, he beat my mother and sometimes me. And…uh…he…um…m-murdered my m-mother." tears slowly dripped from her eyes. Without thinking, I hugged her. Her tears stopped. She pulled away and smiled.

"Thank You!" she said. I smiled. Too bad the next day we have school. Ronni just enlisted in our private school and it was going to be fun.