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BIEBER LOVE STORY PART 1
hey guys, its Jules the co owner and I love writing. yes, this is my first bieber love story and i hope you belieber enjoy it! <3
I stepped off the bus and into the warm June breeze. 7th grade was finally over and my best guy friend, Alex, was walking me home. He had blonde curly hair and bright blue eyes. He was maybe a round 5ft and always wears a sweet smile. He lives down the block so he has to pass my house anyway. Even though we met at the beginning of the year, we became super close. I guess you could say we had a "thing" but we never went out or anything. I mean we hug and he puts his arm around me and protects me, but has not my boy friend. He is just my biggest supporter. He comes to all my dance competitions, he's the only one who knows, besides my mom, that I have a guitar and sing. I love him, but he's just a friend. I saw my house as I came around the corner. Alex took his arm off of my waist and turned me towards him so he could hug me good-bye. I pressed my body against him and hugged him tight. He said he would call me when he got home and I walked into my house. I always hated being home alone but there was nothing I could do about it. I ran up the stairs and into my room. Something was different, and then BOOM. I jumped from the loud noise and my heart skipped a beat. I sound came from my closet and I slowly walked to it. I swung open the door and prepared for the worst, but nothing happened. I placed down my shoes and began to walk away, leaving the door open. Then pain shot up my right leg and I turned and I saw a sharp knife cut deep into the back of my ankle. I screamed and began to run, blood dripping out of my foot. The stranger came out and began to chase me, but I had a head start. I unlocked the door and opened my cell phone dialing Alex's number as the wind slapped my face. The world turned gray and it was no longer summer. I turn to look back and I see the stranger chasing me, knife in hand. The phone rang and then I heard Alex's voice. I ducked behind a bush hoping the stranger wouldn’t see me.
"Where did you go?" I heard the stranger whisper. I looked down at my ankle which was still bleeding and winced in pain.
"Hello? Justine? You there?" Alex said.
"Alex, I need help now!" I tried to say at quietly as I could, and tears streamed down my face. "There's this man and he cut my ankle and its bleeding bad and I don't know what to do. Call 911, please help me. I'm hiding in a bush and he’s looking for me. Alex, I'm scared. Please help!" M voice shacked with every word.
"Oh my god! Justine I'm coming. My mom is calling 911. Don't move, stay quiet, everything will be okay." I could hear the fear in his own voice.
I was close to his house, but my ankle hurt so bad I couldn’t move. Finally, I saw Alex running up the block. The man moved in the opposite direction and Alex ran right into the bush. He squatted down beside me and I put my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist and his other arm laid on my back while his hand was in my hair.
"There you are." The man said. I closed my eyes and prayed that this was some strange dream. "And look you brought a friend."
"Leave her the hell alone." Alex screamed and stood up. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back, just before the knife hit his stomach. The man pushed Alex to the ground and grabbed the back of my neck. His face looked familiar, and I realized that this man has been following me home from school for half the year. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alex get up and punch him across the face. The man stumbled my came back and scratched Alex’s side with the knife. Alex let out a scream and fell to the ground. Then the man did the same thing to me. And when I fell to the ground he came down to my level.
"Sweet Dreams princess." he whispered. His foot hit my head and everything went black.
I woke up on the ground as a bunch of police officers leaned over me. My stomach was wrapped in bandages and so was my ankle. Alex laid next to me he stomach wrapped tight. His eyes opened and he looked at me. His hand came up and stroked my face.
"Your okay now, everything is fine." he said in a soft voice. Tears came down my face, and he whipped them away. The police officer helped us both stand up. I couldn’t walk and leaned on Alex for support.
"Don't worry, everything will be okay now. He won’t bother you anymore." Said the officer. Little did he know that it was only the beginning.
1 MONTH LATER
I massaged my ankle and side that still burned from a month a ago. I stretched myself out onto the grass and breathed in its sweet sent. I gently laid my guitar down next to me and absorbed the sun. My curls dangled around my face and bounced in the silent breeze.
"Justine, come inside! You spend way too much time out there!" my mom called.
My mom and I were always very close. I told her everything and she always listened. She would always joke and say that my hair was so blonde and my skin was a healthy tan because I am always in the sun. I'd just laugh and say the outside is my home. I always felt so safe sitting there, playing my guitar and singing my songs. Yeah, I wrote my own songs and taught myself to play guitar. Now I know what you’re thinking, OH MY GOD! This girl just thinks she’s so amazing with blonde hair, she’s a singer, and dances. Everyone must love her, right? Not. At. All. I had this group of 5 girls who always picked on me. They always make fun of me, point out my flaws as if I don't see them already. I just try to ignore them and move on but sometimes it really bothers me. and if not being the most popular in school wasn't bad enough my dad and I always fight. he hates that I love music, and I don't understand why? I have to hide my guitar in my closet and he looks at the piano in disgust. He continently yells at me and sometimes he hits me. The pain doesn’t even hurt anymore because I'm so use to the pain.
"Justine! Now!" My mom yelled. I got up and walked inside.
"The new neighbors are moving in soon. Please help me bake a cake for them?"
"Of course, Mom." Everyone in school was saying how it was going to be this new singer Justin Bieber and that he’s 13, and is in the process of making a music video for his song ONE TIME. My cousin is a little obsessed with him so I know a lot about the guy. It’s not that I don't like him, it's just I don't really want to live next to some celebrity who thinks he’s all that. But he is cute with his light brown hair and golden eyes, maybe he won't be as bad as I really think.
Let me know what you think! And if you want PART 2<3
hey guys, its Jules the co owner and I love writing. yes, this is my first bieber love story and i hope you belieber enjoy it! <3
I stepped off the bus and into the warm June breeze. 7th grade was finally over and my best guy friend, Alex, was walking me home. He had blonde curly hair and bright blue eyes. He was maybe a round 5ft and always wears a sweet smile. He lives down the block so he has to pass my house anyway. Even though we met at the beginning of the year, we became super close. I guess you could say we had a "thing" but we never went out or anything. I mean we hug and he puts his arm around me and protects me, but has not my boy friend. He is just my biggest supporter. He comes to all my dance competitions, he's the only one who knows, besides my mom, that I have a guitar and sing. I love him, but he's just a friend. I saw my house as I came around the corner. Alex took his arm off of my waist and turned me towards him so he could hug me good-bye. I pressed my body against him and hugged him tight. He said he would call me when he got home and I walked into my house. I always hated being home alone but there was nothing I could do about it. I ran up the stairs and into my room. Something was different, and then BOOM. I jumped from the loud noise and my heart skipped a beat. I sound came from my closet and I slowly walked to it. I swung open the door and prepared for the worst, but nothing happened. I placed down my shoes and began to walk away, leaving the door open. Then pain shot up my right leg and I turned and I saw a sharp knife cut deep into the back of my ankle. I screamed and began to run, blood dripping out of my foot. The stranger came out and began to chase me, but I had a head start. I unlocked the door and opened my cell phone dialing Alex's number as the wind slapped my face. The world turned gray and it was no longer summer. I turn to look back and I see the stranger chasing me, knife in hand. The phone rang and then I heard Alex's voice. I ducked behind a bush hoping the stranger wouldn’t see me.
"Where did you go?" I heard the stranger whisper. I looked down at my ankle which was still bleeding and winced in pain.
"Hello? Justine? You there?" Alex said.
"Alex, I need help now!" I tried to say at quietly as I could, and tears streamed down my face. "There's this man and he cut my ankle and its bleeding bad and I don't know what to do. Call 911, please help me. I'm hiding in a bush and he’s looking for me. Alex, I'm scared. Please help!" M voice shacked with every word.
"Oh my god! Justine I'm coming. My mom is calling 911. Don't move, stay quiet, everything will be okay." I could hear the fear in his own voice.
I was close to his house, but my ankle hurt so bad I couldn’t move. Finally, I saw Alex running up the block. The man moved in the opposite direction and Alex ran right into the bush. He squatted down beside me and I put my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist and his other arm laid on my back while his hand was in my hair.
"There you are." The man said. I closed my eyes and prayed that this was some strange dream. "And look you brought a friend."
"Leave her the hell alone." Alex screamed and stood up. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back, just before the knife hit his stomach. The man pushed Alex to the ground and grabbed the back of my neck. His face looked familiar, and I realized that this man has been following me home from school for half the year. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alex get up and punch him across the face. The man stumbled my came back and scratched Alex’s side with the knife. Alex let out a scream and fell to the ground. Then the man did the same thing to me. And when I fell to the ground he came down to my level.
"Sweet Dreams princess." he whispered. His foot hit my head and everything went black.
I woke up on the ground as a bunch of police officers leaned over me. My stomach was wrapped in bandages and so was my ankle. Alex laid next to me he stomach wrapped tight. His eyes opened and he looked at me. His hand came up and stroked my face.
"Your okay now, everything is fine." he said in a soft voice. Tears came down my face, and he whipped them away. The police officer helped us both stand up. I couldn’t walk and leaned on Alex for support.
"Don't worry, everything will be okay now. He won’t bother you anymore." Said the officer. Little did he know that it was only the beginning.
1 MONTH LATER
I massaged my ankle and side that still burned from a month a ago. I stretched myself out onto the grass and breathed in its sweet sent. I gently laid my guitar down next to me and absorbed the sun. My curls dangled around my face and bounced in the silent breeze.
"Justine, come inside! You spend way too much time out there!" my mom called.
My mom and I were always very close. I told her everything and she always listened. She would always joke and say that my hair was so blonde and my skin was a healthy tan because I am always in the sun. I'd just laugh and say the outside is my home. I always felt so safe sitting there, playing my guitar and singing my songs. Yeah, I wrote my own songs and taught myself to play guitar. Now I know what you’re thinking, OH MY GOD! This girl just thinks she’s so amazing with blonde hair, she’s a singer, and dances. Everyone must love her, right? Not. At. All. I had this group of 5 girls who always picked on me. They always make fun of me, point out my flaws as if I don't see them already. I just try to ignore them and move on but sometimes it really bothers me. and if not being the most popular in school wasn't bad enough my dad and I always fight. he hates that I love music, and I don't understand why? I have to hide my guitar in my closet and he looks at the piano in disgust. He continently yells at me and sometimes he hits me. The pain doesn’t even hurt anymore because I'm so use to the pain.
"Justine! Now!" My mom yelled. I got up and walked inside.
"The new neighbors are moving in soon. Please help me bake a cake for them?"
"Of course, Mom." Everyone in school was saying how it was going to be this new singer Justin Bieber and that he’s 13, and is in the process of making a music video for his song ONE TIME. My cousin is a little obsessed with him so I know a lot about the guy. It’s not that I don't like him, it's just I don't really want to live next to some celebrity who thinks he’s all that. But he is cute with his light brown hair and golden eyes, maybe he won't be as bad as I really think.
Let me know what you think! And if you want PART 2<3