Michael Jackson is your dad. Deal with it.

So here goes the story. It's 2008, August 25. In three days, Ginny's father Michael Jackson will celebrate his 50th birthday, big deal huh?

Ginny was born in 1990, February 1st, just like her mother Lisa Marie Presley. The irony isn't lost on me. Because literally two months after Ginny was born Lisa decided she doesn't want to be with Michael anymore and she filed for divorce, by mid-1990, they were officially divorced. Ginny is 18 and is planning to go to to Harvard university in Boston to study medicine. Virginia is mixed, she's not fully black but also not white. She looked like the best mix of her parents: Jackson hair and skin and height and talent for dancing and Presley nose and voice and her granda Elvis' gift for cooking.

Years passed, 90s passed, Ginny grew, loving music, playing electric guitar that her uncle Tito, Michael Jackson's older brother had taught. She also loved baking. Michael still couldn't get over Lisa. Until one day in 2000 he met Rachel, back then not a Jackson yet, a pretty blonde woman who wanted to be with Michael Jackson for money and fame, they got married in 2001, and had a baby boy in early 2002. His name was Charles Jackson, and Charles was now a 6 years old boy who constantly annoyed Ginny, not because he was loud or something, but because he inherited his mother's character towards Michael's daughter and didn't like her for no reason and didn't want her there.

But now, Ginny and Michael Jackson, Rachel Jackson and their son were sitting in the living room at 7pm, watching some movie playing in the background but more focused on planning Michael's big birthday party now that he was about to be half a century old. Ginny was curled up on the far end of the couch, curled into herself, earbuds in and plugged to her iphone3G.