Rosabel trudged downstairs and went into the dusty living room to start cleaning the filthy windows. She was used to getting yelled at and physically abused. Rosabel could hear the other children getting their Еда and although it was never enough to even be called a snack, she still badly yearned for it. Rosabel sighed and fell into a daydream about Michael. This time, she was watching him perform Heal The World from backstage and when Michael started the final chorus, she ran out on stage and Michael picked her up in his arms and held her tight in front of the screaming crowd.
"Rosabel!"
She jumped violently and turned around to see not one of the Matrons but her best friend Harvey. He was a black boy who had curly black hair and was the same age as her. "I heard Matron yelling at you. Are Ты alright?"
"I'm fine." Rosabel said, pushing her long blonde hair out of her cornflower blue eyes.
"Well I brought Ты something."
Harvey took out a crumpled tissue from his pocket and handed it to Rosabel. She unfolded it and found herself holding half a slice of хлеб with old масло, сливочное масло smeared on it.
"Thanks Harvey!" Rosabel сказал(-а) tucking into it.
"Did Ты hear what Matron Isabelle annouced this morning?"
"No, what?"
"Michael Jackson might be coming soon!"
"Really?!" Rosabel shrieked, happiness flooding her whole body.
"Yes really." Harvely replied. " I have to go and do my chores now though. I'll come back later. Bye!"
Harvey left the room. Rosabel stopped cleaning the windows and sat down on the floor, Остаться в живых in daydreams. If she really did get the chance to meet Michael Jackson then she wanted to Показать him what really went on in the orphanage. She was sure that the Matrons would try to cover everything up. They'd lie to Michael, they'd bribe the children to do what they wanted and they might even look for excuses to prevent some of the children from meeting him. One thing was for sure though: whatever happened, there was absolutely nothing that would keep her from meeting her idol. Rosabel would make sure of it.
"Rosabel!"
She jumped violently and turned around to see not one of the Matrons but her best friend Harvey. He was a black boy who had curly black hair and was the same age as her. "I heard Matron yelling at you. Are Ты alright?"
"I'm fine." Rosabel said, pushing her long blonde hair out of her cornflower blue eyes.
"Well I brought Ты something."
Harvey took out a crumpled tissue from his pocket and handed it to Rosabel. She unfolded it and found herself holding half a slice of хлеб with old масло, сливочное масло smeared on it.
"Thanks Harvey!" Rosabel сказал(-а) tucking into it.
"Did Ты hear what Matron Isabelle annouced this morning?"
"No, what?"
"Michael Jackson might be coming soon!"
"Really?!" Rosabel shrieked, happiness flooding her whole body.
"Yes really." Harvely replied. " I have to go and do my chores now though. I'll come back later. Bye!"
Harvey left the room. Rosabel stopped cleaning the windows and sat down on the floor, Остаться в живых in daydreams. If she really did get the chance to meet Michael Jackson then she wanted to Показать him what really went on in the orphanage. She was sure that the Matrons would try to cover everything up. They'd lie to Michael, they'd bribe the children to do what they wanted and they might even look for excuses to prevent some of the children from meeting him. One thing was for sure though: whatever happened, there was absolutely nothing that would keep her from meeting her idol. Rosabel would make sure of it.
