Walkin' in the Dark {A Justin Bieber Fan-Fic}

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 ♥Chapter One: New York, New York♥

I woke up this morning, already dreading the day. Today was Friday. Now, every kid loves Friday, who wouldn't? It's the day when the weekend finally starts! But today, on this particular Friday, something absolutely dreadful was going to happen. My friends were dragging me to a Justin Bieber concert. With backstage passes. And we're going to meet him. How much worse could a day get?

Ugh, now usually any girl would be screaming in joy to be going to one of his concerts, right?

Well, I'm not just any girl. I really just don't like Justin Bieber. It's not because I think he's a gay fag, even though I think there is a possibility of him being gay, and it's not because I just don't like him in general. I have an actual reason. I really just don't like how EVERYONE obsesses over him. It's so annoying how every girl is in love with him. Now, it's nothing personal against Justin Bieber himself, it's just the celebrity in him. Ugh, I don't even think that made sense.

So today will probably be the worst day of my life. Okay, maybe I'm over exaggerating, but something to close to it.

I get up painfully slow out of my warm, cozy bed, knowing I will have to get up or else I will get the bucket *shivers*. The bucket is when my mom or another family member tries to get me up and I refuse, they will go and get a green bucket filled with ice water and poor it on my head. I hate when that happens. So I tug my feet through my soft, purple-blue carpet to my window, where I plop down on the little sitting area. You're probably wondering why I'm not getting ready for school, right? Well, since the concert is at night in New York City, and all of my friends and I live in New Jersey, we want to get there early, so we can do a little shopping. By "we" I mean my friends. I don't like to shop. Just another strange thing about me.

My parents are really cool, so they are dropping my five friends and I in New York City at our hotel (we're staying the night), and just letting us be off on our own. I love that about them.

As I stared out my window, I saw the frost on the grass in my backyard, tiny little crystals immobilized on blades of grass until they melt. I was mesmerized by the little rainbows bouncing off of them when my cell phone started to sing "Better than Revenge" by Taylor Swift. I love that song. I get up and start dancing, then answer the phone after a minute or so. "Hello-o-o."

"Great! You're up MK! Get your stuff packed and get dressed! Remember we are leaving in like 30 minutes!" One of my best friends Christina yells into the phone. She's like me, she doesn't really like Justin Bieber but our friends are dragging her too.

I just laugh and say, "I'm on it Ma'am." And before I could hear anything else, I click my phone off so I can take a shower in peace without getting a million calls from my friends saying to hurry up.

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After my shower, I went into my walk-in-closet to get some clothes on. I threw on an off-the-shoulder purple All Time Low tee with a black undershirt, ripped blue skinny jeans, rainbow studded belt, and my forever-present black converse high tops. To add some accessories, I put on my black and silver butterfly necklace, black stringy bracelet, and dangly butterfly earrings. I grabbed five more random outfits with random accessories and stuffed them into my rainbow-covered suitcase before I went into my bathroom again.