The Awkward Moment when you Fall in Love with Justin Bieber!

Chapter I

Ew. Why would you obsess over that? Your 12. Your getting older, becoming a woman. Stop watching a dope sing like a girl, and get a real life. 

'He's great, isn't he?!' screeched my little sister Paige. She was so mesmorized by this little freak on TV, singing like a girl, which I found quite disturbing. 

'Who is he?' I worded. 

'Oh...My...God...,' stated Paige. 'HE IS JUSTIN BIEBER!!' 

'That really helps, cause I still don't know who the hell Justin Bieber is,' I said. 

'He's only the greatest, most fabulous, hottest ever teenage heart-throb EVER!' she squealed again. Paige was a sucker for heart-throbs. Zac Efron, Robert Pattinson, Taylor Lautner, Jesse McCarteny, just to name a few... 

'Paigey, grow up,' I said, and ruffled her hair.  

'Yuck, don't touch me,' she said, in a friendly way, but she meant it.  

I don't get in. Paige is 12, she's tall, she's "filling out", and she's...well, I hate to admit it...but she's perfect. I, however, am small, in size for a 15 year old, my boobs are not far from nothing-there-at-all, and my hair decides to act like a fuzz-ball when it's wet. I don't hate myself, just - don't enjoy everything about me. 

The TV suddenly turned off, and me and Paige were confused, until we realised mum had sneaked the remote and switched it off. 

'MUM!!' wailed Paige. 'Justin Bieber was singing!' 

'Really?' asked mum sarcastically. 'I'll be singing loudly and frustratingly, telling you to hurry up, if you turn that TV back on.' 

Paige cocked on eye-brow. 'Fine. But after I'm ready, I'm turning it back on!' 

I listened to mum, and realised myself I should try and get ready. After all, it's my special day. I'm a singer. Quite a good one too, not to toot my own horn. But I suppose I won't be the main attraction. I'm singing the Australian National Anthem at grand final of the Regional Football League. I wouldn't say I'm nervous, just anxious to see what everyone thinks of me. 

'Footy, footy, WOOT WOOT WOOT!!' shouted Clark.I knew my older brother wasn't going to watch me sing - he was going to watch the footy. Typical, but I don't give a rat's bottom to what he thinks. He's a stupid dropout, who could've done better if he decided to stay and study year 12. 

I pulled my black slacks on, first over my big thighs. Then I buttoned my lilac top up. I don't usually dress this, but my singing intructor Marla told me I had to look "acceptable". 

I hate it when younger sister's barge in on you when your getting changed. Especially when you've got no top on. A bra of course, but no top.  

'RORI!' I yelled. Yes, I have ANOTHER younger sister. Aurora, who's 10, must of come out the wrong way when she was born. Or, God decided to give her the gift of annoyance. Mum (and dad) must have been drunk or something when they named her. No one these days is called "Aurora". So, we call her Rori.  

Rori gasped. 'Oh! Lacey's got boobies, Lacey's got boobies!' 

I came at her, but she ran away, laughing her socks off. 

After I had finished buttoning up my top, we were all ready to go.  

Mum sat in the driver's seat and turned around to look at the four of us strapped in, and counted us off. 'Paige, Rori, Clark, Lacey...Where's Gran?!' 

Lucky mum checks us off. We always forget poor old Gran. Our grandma, of whom we simply call "Gran", is one poor old thing. She's 72, and she has amnesia.She's been living with us for...Good question, I don't know how long she's been living with us for, but it's been a while. Even though she forgets my name sometimes, I still think she's a sweet old coot.