Smoke & Mirrors (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter One

Chapter One:

"You're out of control young lady!" My dad yells at me. "Juliet Crawford I swear. One more F and I will cancel your phone plan and break your laptop. Got it?"

"You're kidding," I retort.

"No I'm not," he says. "One more F." He slams my latest science test on the table in front of me.

It's spring in my small town in California. I live about an hour south of Los Angeles. I'm a senior in high school. If I fail one more class, I won't have enough credits to graduate. Not like I care.

I hate school. I hate teachers. I hate Mondays. I hate a lot of things. I hate my dad.

Most people don't understand. "Surely you can't hate your dad," they all say. The problem is, he doesn't abuse me, or anything crazy. He simply annoys me.

My mom died about two years ago. That's when I started smoking marijuana, drinking, and partying with the wrong crowd. I lost my virginity when I was drunk once. I barely remember.

"Juliet!" My dad yells. "You better be studying! I emailed your science teacher and she said you can retake the test tomorrow!"

I curse under my breath. "Okay!" I say sarcastically.

I turn on my laptop and log onto Facebook. I check my messages.

"From Andrew: hey I got sum stuff, come by nd lets have sum fun."

I ignore it and scroll through statuses. One is very interesting. It's by some chick in my fifth period.

"OMB! Justin Bieber is moving to our school?!?!"

Justin Bieber? The singer? Why would he come to ghetto Johnson High. I scroll through more statuses, and a lot of people are talking about it. Apparently he's coming next Monday.

Like I said, I hate Mondays. I hate school. I hate a lot of things. And Mr. Justin Bieber may just make that list.

I log off of my Facebook, annoyed with all the losers who care about this crap. It's just Justin Bieber. Just another kid. Just another kid...

... I walk into school. The weekend went by way too fast. In fact, I barely remember it happening. Weird.

I see a huge crowd. Making his way through the crowd, into the open, is Justin Bieber.

Wow. It's kind of crazy that he's here. He starts running up to me. "Hey," he says.

"Um hi," I say.

"You're beautiful," he says. He hugs me and kisses me...

I wake up. My lap is very hot because my laptop is still on. I check the time. 2:30 in the morning. I turn off my laptop and walk to the bathroom. I look in the mirror. I comb through my hair and brush my teeth. I put on some pajamas, and climb into bed, hoping I won't dream about Justin ever again.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night, I dream about Justin more. On Friday, I dreamed he asked me to Prom. On Saturday, we made out in his truck. On Sunday, we got married. Things moved pretty fast.

Monday comes. I hate Mondays. I wake up at 5:30 AM to get ready. Everyday I do the same routine. I eat a piece of toast, go upstairs, and brush my teeth. Then, I put on makeup, but not too much. Then I do whatever with my hair. Normally I would just wear a headband or something, but for some reason I decide to curl it.

When I get to school, I see a huge crowd of people crowed around the car in front of me. The car parks, and I park next to it. Girls are around every part of the white Ferrari. Some even licking the windows. They are blocking my door. I knock on the window. No one moves. I finally just shove the door open, injuring some weirdos.

I then push and shove through the crowd. "Move!" I yell. Finally get to the door. "Everyone get out of the way!" The crowd parts. I open Justin's door. He is good-looking.

"Thanks," he smirks at me.

"Don't mention it," I say and walk onto campus.

I hate Mondays.

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