Bieber's My Brother

One

"Oh my GOD, Mar, have you listened to Justin's new album? It's a-bæ-zing!" My-unfortunately-best friend, Cheyenne, fangirled.

"A-bæ-zing?" I asked, doing my best to raise an eyebrow.

"It's Justin's new phrase," Cheyenne explained.

I groaned. "Will you shut up about Justin Bieber?"

"How can I not talk about him? I thought you knew me," she said crossing her arms.

I put my hand on her shoulder. "I do, Chey. I do. But sometimes I wish I didn't."

Just then the bell rang. I gasped. My class was on the other side of the building. "Crap!" I took off running. By the time I reached class, I was five minutes late. I ran up to the classroom, but the door was locked. A girl named Samantha opened the door.

"You got a pass?" She asked.

I shook my head.

Mr. Benson, my teacher, walked up to the doorway and squinted at me.

"So, what was your last class?" He asked.

I blushed. "Um, I was in a-art," I stammered.

"I'll see you after class." He said. "Sit down." I scurried to my seat.

"Okay, now let's talk about metaphors!" Mr. Benson clapped his hands together. "Here's a video that really puts things in perspective."

I sighed and put my head on my desk.

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What's up? I'm going to be updating Going in One Direction more than this, but whatevs.

Also, prepare for someone to get locked in a closet.

Also, Mr. Benson is based on my English teacher. Also he's based on Benson from Regular Show, but not really.

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