Nothing Like Us (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2: Last Day of School

Chapter 2: Last Day of School

**2 years later**

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

"Shit." I thought, laying in bed just staring at my ceiling. Do I really have to go to school? Well, at least it's my last day. Then I can get away from everyone.

I slowly woke up about 5 minutes later, I put on my white shorts with studs on the right butt, and a Bob Marley muscle shirt, then went downstairs.

"Hey mom." I said, grabbing a chocolate chip muffin from the counter.

"Hey, hun." My mom answered, focusing on papers she was writing.

"What's that?" I asked her, biting into my yummy muffin, sitting on the counter.

"Just papers for the house, way better than when we lived in Alberta." She answered, sipping her coffee.

Yes, they are. We moved to Stratford about 2 years ago, a month after my father commited suicide in prison. I'll admit, I'm kinda glad my dad is gone. It's better without him.

"Can you drive me to school?" I asked my mom, grabbing my backpack from the floor.

"I can't, I've got a meeting to go to, in about 5 minutes. I gotta go!" My mom said, realizing she was going to be late.

"Get one of the neighbours to drive you, I'm sure they're nice enough to drive you since she goes to the same school." My mom said, grabbing her keys, then left.

No. I would rather eat a mouse. There's no way I'm letting Alex Jacob drive me to school, I punched her last week because she called me names. Even 3 teachers couldn't get me off of her. Anyways, I don't think anyone would drive me to school, this neighbourhood is so 'high-class' and I'm not that. I don't like this neighbourhood at all.

I went upstairs into my closet to get my black converse with pink laces, then grabbed my skateboard and went downstairs. I left for school on my skateboard, better than getting a drive by that whore, Alex.

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"There will be a surprise quiz everyone, get your pencils out!" Mrs. Moulder said, my Geography teacher. I hate her so much, she might be the meanest teacher here at this high school. I'm so glad I can get away from her for 2 months.

While I was doing the test, I realized I am not wearing a long sleeve, so people can see the gigantic cut on my left wrist. I tried not showing my wrist all day, which was especially hard in gym class, since I had to lift my arms up and stuff.

After school was over, all the other people were crying and shit because they're "Going to miss their friends." I just packed up my stuff, shut my locker then left on my skateboard.

When I got on to my street I felt a small smile come on my face, happy to be home and not having to go back to that hell hole for 2 months.

When I reached my house I saw a moving truck across the street, and a woman moving boxes into that house, ew. New neighbours.

I went inside and took off my stuff, sitting on the couch I heard moving truck noises.

"So annoying." I thought to myself.

About 30 minutes later I still heard "Beep beep beep". So I decided to go over to that house and politely ask them to turn off the truck or something.

I put on my black Converse then went outside, running across the street I reached their house. I saw a guy a bit taller than me with brown hair, so I figured he lived here and went over to him.

Tapping his shoulder I said, "K, I am getting annoyed with this beeping sound, you know you can turn it off right." It didn't come out as a question, more like a statement.

He turned around and his caramel brown eyes, just staring at me, made me feel weird. Like something I've never felt before. His face was just perfect. Flawless.

"Snap out of it, Miranda." I told myself.

"So sorry, I forgot the truck was on ." The guy had a small, cute smile reach his lips.

I couldn't even possibly imagine being friends with him, he's probably just like all the other players I know.

"That's fine." I said, looking at the ground.

"Do you live across the street in that house?" He asked me, pointing to the grey house across the street.

"Yes." I said, walking away from him.

"I gotta go." I also said.

"Wait!" He said, running after me.

"What? I don't have time to talk in the middle of the street." I said, being bitchy as I always am.

"I never learned your name," He said, "Mine's Justin." Looking at me. With those brown eyes I felt that weirdness again. Like I couldn't look him in the eyes. So I just stared at the ground awkwardly.

"Miranda." I said, still staring at the ground.

"Look, I don't have time talking to you. Bye." I said, walking away. Feeling the weirdness again, I felt like he was watching me go back into my house.

When I got inside I just sat on the couch. Hating that boy... Justin. He's just like all the others. I don't have time for those people, I don't have time to trust people.

Done that too many times.