Chapter 3

  "That's a WEIRD dream." Latoya said. Jermaine and LaToya were sitting on the couch in the living room.

   "And Michael stood right over me." Jermaine continued. "He was just so creepy and--"

Suddenly there was the sound of a gunshot. Jermaine froze with his eyes wide and his jaw dropped open. LaToya screamed. Jermaine made his last attempts at breathing before he collapsed in LaToya's lap. His eyes stared up at her, wide open with shock, but blankly with death. Latoya continued to scream as she eased her self from off the couch without moving the body too much. She had heard no footsteps, no sign of anyone that could have done this. The shot seemed to as come out of mid-air.

Slowly, Michael descended the stairs with Macaulay Culkin at hand.

   "What's going on?" He went around to the couch and dropped Macaulay's hand. He gasped and froze in horror. "Oh good God..."

LaToya ran to the kitchen to call the ambulance. When she was gone, Michael checked for a pulse.

   "Yep, he's gone."

   "Nice job, acting all shocked like that." Macaulay said.

Michael smiled. "Thanks."

LaToya came back in the room crying. She covered her head with her hands and stood a few feet away from the couch and cried. Michael went over to her and held her at the waist.

After the police searched the crime scene, they handcuffed LaToya, saying they found evidence of fingerprints by the couch and she was the only person in the room.

   "Michael!" She cried as she was taken away. "Stop them! I didn't do it! I swear! Michael!"

Michael only stood and watched the police force her into the car. He blew her a kiss good-bye and smiled.

   "I'm sure you didn't do it." He whispered to himself.