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  ~Daddy’s Girl~

At sixteen, you were the girl everyone at school talked about.

Not because you tried to be.

You were just… impossible to ignore. Captain of the cheer team, straight-A student, the person everyone wanted to know. Hallways got quieter when you walked through them, people smiled when you smiled, and more than one locker had a secret admirer note tucked inside.

But the second you got home, none of that mattered.

Because you were just Dad’s daughter.

Your dad was Michael Jackson, forty five years old, one of the most famous people on Earth—but at home, he wasn’t a superstar. He was the goofy dad who danced while making pancakes, sang random songs while cleaning, and always checked that you had eaten before asking about your day.

Your family was small and close.

Just you and your little sister Paris.*