the ice rink - a Justin Bieber fanfiction

the ice rink

Once upon a time there lived a man named Justin Bieber. He is a bad singer that takes bad care of himself in order to look like a doll head. I think his hair is longer than mine. I think the top of his lip touches his nose. I also think like a billion people know him from Spain to Austrailia. And if you think a billion people know you, just add a billion. Usually people either love him or hate him. Either way, you would still gasp and scream if you ever did see him. But I'm one of those people that hate him. I wrote this story to show what I think this bird sing pop stars interesting life is going to be about just starting at an ice rink.

Justin Bieber is very persisive. Every 5 minutes he has to put his hair gel/conditioner/mosse in his hair so he brings it everywhere he goes. A pop star always has to look smoothe for the ladies so he is always percise. Just one single strand of hair poking our he'll get dumped. If you walked into the bathroom and you saw a random guy fixing his hair for 10 minutes would probably be complaining to the guy for hours but, if you saw JB (Justin Bieber) you would probaly want to give him some space. I think his total time on the ice after 2 hours was 5 minutes. You can tell it's him if he walks like a morron, talks like he has a sardine up his throat and wears fancy hats, plaid button shirts, leater vests, skinny jeans and chains around most every part of his body. JB himself is a tierrable ice skater. That's why he bought the ice skates 3010 with his Trillions of dollars. They are easy to put on and real fast and as long as your weight is forward, you wouldn't fall down. Well, they didn't work that well. You have to set the skates to a certain direction and rate. Since they go so fast, they leave ice lumps behind. So, he would either crash into somebody or trip over the ice marks he made since he went in a circle. Once time durring his 5 minute hair session he used his kiwi smelling hairgel/conditioner/mosse. The smell was really strong, so strong that the poparatzi and ladies could find him. As he tried to scramble away, he bumped into the entering glass door to the rink. He thought to himself, is this the end? The flash on their camras was so blinding bright, it feels as if you have been staring at the sun for 28 minutes. Memories flew through his head. His birth, special ocasions until his head stopped at his 7th birthday. When he was at that age, he loved watching people do karate. His mother hired a perfesional warrior to show off his moves at his party. He then he in his head remembered how to do a flying side kick which he used on the ladies and poparatzi. When he was done, he felt a sighn of relief. But then, an elderly woman watched the whole scene and called the cops because she didn't know who the heck Justin Bieber even is.