Story Ideas

1

I don't know where it all begun. It just kind of happened. We never really thought we would fall in love but we did. He was the little Mr. Popular. With his perfect girlfriend and perfect body and grades. The teachers loved him. Everyone did. I didn't. It's not his look I don't like, I mean his perfect sandy coloured hair or dark grey, green eyes. I don't like him. Just all together. Just plain old dont like him. That is what makes me the awkward kid. I have friends. I have lots of them but they aren't in a private school like me. I have brown hair with brown eyes. Nothing special. Nothing at all. I'm that kid that is the nerd but even the nerds don't like me because I'm awkward.

It's not like I tried to not be awkward it's just that these snobby people just couldn't get me. They were not the avager people. They thought highly of themselves, well I thought of myself as just a normal person that just had lots of money. I was just me. No money could change that I was just me. This school couldn't change me.

Or would those dark grey green eyes change me?

2

I growled at the picture of Harry Styles with Taylor Swift. No, they shouldn't be dating. It's horrible. It can't be.

"Get me Harry Styles now!" I yelled at Simon.

"I'm ringing him right now." Simon gulped, not wanting to know my punsihment for Harry was going to be.

"Harry, you have to come to my office building as soon as you can be... hurry." Simon wait for whatever Harry was talking about, " Okay, see you soon."

"Good." I grumbled. 

I crumbled the picture of Harry Styles and Taylor Swift. I know what my punsihment will be for this act of insanity. Cause, Harry,  baby, you know I get jealous easily, I smirked.

Harry was mine, and I was his. But, I couldn't date him out in the public eye. Nope, I was the daughter of management.  He wasn't even to come near when I first entered one of their meetings with Simon.  Simon was like an uncle to me. The boys were all like brothers but they had to keep their distance or they would be in  trouble. I thought back to when  me and Harry had our first kiss. It was in a closet backstage, it was slow and sloppy and needy. But it was perfect. Just him and me.

It was after their Up all Night tour, Ihad bought the tickets by myself, not letting my father buy them. I loved them. I wasn't going to let my father let me go, I was going to do it like any other fan. But the boys knew me, so ut would be different. Paul even knew me.

3

Not a love story. Just a belieber supporting justin as much as they can.

Justin was broken. He was complete broken down by the media and society.  Beliebers left, and more than ever did the haters hated on Justin Drew Beiber.

I'll never leave you Justin. You were there for me when I needed someone. I'll return the favor to you, I vowed.

Flipping open my laptop, I logged on and went to twitter, logging out before making a new twitter account.

Username? SocietyAgainstJuju, I typed out.

Password? Cookie18, I typed.

I uploaded my backround of a picture of Justin Bieber with Avalanna,  my icon was of Juju with a die hard belieber. My first tweet was 'You all hate @justinbieber but he has feelings too. He is a human being with emotions.'

I opened another tab, and typed in Tumblr, I logged out of my account and made the same account. I opened Facebook and made another SocietyAgainstJuju account.