Y'all ready for Chapter 1? 'Cus here we gooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
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"MADISON!" Justin bellowed.
"What is it Justin?" I asked.
I walked into his bedroom, looking at this snobby, self-obsessed kid who used to be my brother.
"Could you get me some water? Not from the tap of course," he asked, rudely.
"Yes, your highness. Anything else I can get you?" I replied.
"Actually, some cereal for breakfast would be great," he replied in all seriousness.
"One: I was joking. Two: Get your own water!"
"Woah, Mads. Let me rephrase this. Go get me water!"
"No."
"What did you just say?"
"I said, no," I replied, slowing down my pace.
He rolled his eyes and walked out.
"AND GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" he yelled on his way down the stairs.
"Yes, Master!" I yelled back.
"Shut up!"
"Hey!" Mom yelled.
I ran down the stairs to see her yelling at Justin.
"You don't tell your 13 year old sister to shut up. Do you understand me?" Mom ordered.
"I do what I want," he replied, walking past her.
"Justin Drew Bieber! You get back here right now and say your sorry to Maddie."
He walked back in, slowly.
"Justin," Mom urged.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you don't know how to take an order."
"JUSTIN! Get to your room! Your grounded for a week!"
"Fine!"
He ran back up the stairs and I heard a door slam, once again.
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Mom and I were sitting on the couch talking about Justin that evening after dinner.
"I wonder what happened to him?!" I said.
"I don't know, honey. But next tour, we're going, if there is even a next tour."
"What do you mean 'if there is even a next tour?'"
"He's not going to keep doing this if that's his additude! He's not the little boy I raised."
"I'm sorry, Mom."
"What are you sorry for, hun?"
"Scooter asked me to change him back. I don't think I can."
"Well, we can always try. We're Team Shawty, right?"
"Yeah! Team Shawty versus Team Bieber!"
We laughed and hugged.
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