Twisted

Chapter 1

I have been in this line since four AM. I honestly can’t believe this is happening. The day I have been waiting for the past 2 years is finally here. I get to see the man that has inspired me to NEVER give up in life and to BELIEVE in whatever I want to do. OH MY BIEBER the thought of him singing shirtless is clogging up my mind.

“Move forward” an ambitious teenage girl yelled interrupting my thoughts.

It’s now eight AM and this line is moving slower than a snail. I have been looking at the same scenery and the same faces for about four hours now. The once exciting allure of the Allphones Arena has now become passé. ARRGGHHH the things I put up with for Justin.

I have been staring at my beautiful rose gold Marc Jacobs watch that my grandma bought for me a week ago. Grandma..Grandma OH SHOOTS I forgot to reply to her text .She would be so worried right now. I reach into my bag to pull my phone out. To my suprise i had:

62 missed calls from my grandma, 55messages and 55 voicemails. I don’t even bother to read any of the messages I instantly called her. After 2 rings she shouts through the phone

“Kendall Nicole Jenner, why haven’t you been answering”

“Uhm, my phone was in my bag and I think it was on silent. But I forgot to reply before”.

“You forgot to reply? I have given you a lot of trust young Lady, so I think the least you can do is call me or reply to my messages” her voice is full of frustration and disbelief.

“I’m Sorry, I know you are worried but I’m fine, I promise”. I respond in the most innocent tone, to try and calm her down”

“Yes I was so worried Kenny, you scared me. Just please promise to call every 1 hour”

“I Promise. I love you”

“I love you"  before hanging up

I put my phone back into my bag and let out a sigh of relief, that I have solved that problem with my grandma…

This anticipating wait is killing me. There is 3 hours left before doors open. The arena is starting to fill up with teenager girls and also a few boys. I just want to go inside already. I have avoided drinking anything so it doesn’t cause me to go to the bathroom.

These two girls that have been seating behind me for the past ten hours have not SHUT their mouths for a Simi second. Who would have imagined that in ten hours you would be able to know two teenage girls and their pathetic life story. I turned around to get a quick glance of what they look like. One of them has blond hair that really brings out her pretty blue eyes; she is really developed for a twelve years old. The other girl has long wavy brunette hair; hazel eyes and perfect tooth. When she smiles you can see the innocence beyond her eyes.

I have sat here and listen to the conversation. It’s not like I am deliberately listening. I and the other thousands of  girl here don’t have a choose because they girls are speaking so loud that you can hear them from West Africa.

“Last night my mum and I went to my boyfriend’s house for dinner and it was so awkward.. OMG! Said the  blond girl

“You guys are so cute” the brunette replied..

"I Love him so much, he is my life, I don’t know what I would do without him” the blond said in a calm and sweet voice.

Pftt... Is this girl serious? She is twelve years old and she claims to be INLOVE. I don’t believe in love. So many people have this depicted idea that things that happen in the movies are exactly what happens in reality. Some believe in love at first sight. Well I think all that is bull. Don’t get me wrong I Love my grandma and Dad more than anything in life, but to say that I believe in marriage and happy families.. Um NO. Marriages never last, its a waste of time and commitment.

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It’s now six-thirty and the doors are open.. Everyone is running towards the door, people are pushing and shoving each other. Their are men in black suits and black glasses at every corner of the arena. The feeling of me seeing Justin Bieber in less than 2 hours feels so surreal.

As soon as I entered the inside of the arena there are massive posters of Justin Bieber everywhere. I mean large posters, some are close up photos of his beautiful immaculate face with “BELIEVE” written at the Top in block Letters.. As I walk through the crowd to find door 12, I walk past a door with a sign that says ‘ladies’ so I decided to take a quick detour to check my make-up and hair. When I walked in I immediately took my phone to text my grandma..

“The doors are now open and I’m currently inside the arena, in the bathroom right now, I love you and I am safe” I don’t bother to reread it so I just pressed the send button.

As I attempt to put my phone back into my bag so i can fix my hair,  it immediately vibrates with a reply from my grandma

“I am glad you are safe, have a great night, take lots of photos of my future grandson in law.. Love you.

I smiled at her choose of words and placed my phone back into my bag before stepping out of the bathroom. In attempt to walk out of the bathroom a group of girls walked past me screaming about how excited they are.

While walking through the crowd to find door 12 I bumped into a strange looking guy who was wearing a black hoodie and black pants. At my attempt to apologies the man looked up and said my name. Catching me off-guard!

“Kendall”?

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