" Its snowing! You can't sit in that dreadful class when its snowing "
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Justin’s Point of View
When I left Natasha’s I jumped in my car and sped off towards my house with only one thing on my mind, Tasha.
She is naturally beautiful and doesn’t need a ton of make-up on to look nice. She was amazing at everything she did, whether that being gymnastics or school work. She was stunning compared to any other girls that I know.
The first time I saw her was when I was a sophomore and she was only a freshman. She was late that day and she was escorted past my English class because she was late that day or something stupid like that.
Coincidently, we were studying Romeo and Juliet. After seeing Natasha I had looked back down at my work and read the next piece of text.
‘Beauty too rich for use, for earth to dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows as yonder lady o’er her fellow shows.’
If you didn’t study Shakespeare the translation would be.
‘Her beauty is too good for this world; she’s too beautiful to die and be buried. She outshines the other women like a white dove in the middle of a flock of crows.’
This may sound cheesy, but I think fate brought us together.
Arriving at my house, I got out my car and walked to my front door unlocking it with my key.
“I’m home.” I placed my keys down on the side.
“Justin!” My 4 year old sister, Jazmyn, attacked me. I picked her up.
“Hey little stinky, where’s momma?” I asked tapping her button nose. She giggled childishly and pointed towards the kitchen. “Go play with Jaxon.” I nodded to our brother who was lying on the floor playing with some of his toys.
She nodded so I set her down allowing her to run over to Jaxon.
I hope that one day Natasha and I will have our own kids. I sighed.
WAIT! WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST THINK THAT FOR?!
Shaking that though out my head I turned around and headed to the kitchen. As I entered I noticed my mother, Pattie Mallette, and my father, Jeremy Bieber, were having a whispered discussion.
They didn’t notice me when I came in so I, being the prankster I am, decided to sneak up on them. “Good afternoon!” I shouted when I was close to them.
“Justin!” My mom shrieked.
“Scared you?” I smirked. She shook her head and looked back at my father sending him some sort of silent message.
