Now you’re probably wondering “Why doesn’t she like Justin Bieber?? He’s like THE Justin Bieber!”. That’s exactly why. I’ve been in this business longer than he has, and when he first entered, he didn’t know anything. He was so sweet and innocent, like the big brother I’ve always wanted. Then he just got into all of this pointless trouble. Yes, I know I’m going a little bad-girl but I actually need to do it to improve my image. He’s Justin Bieber, a born prodigy for heaven’s sake! He doesn’t need to do any of that. Besides that he’s been acting like a real jerk ever since he turned eighteen.
“Hey sis, I know u still hate me, but i’d really appreciate it if you'd come 2 my album release party that’s Friday night.” Wow. I remember when he actually called me when he invited me to something. Then again, I probably wouldn’t answer either. Right when I thought he wouldn’t, there it said on my phone “Incoming call from Justin B” ugh. I let it ring a few more times, then answered.
“Hello?”
“Wow, you actually answered.”
“Alright then, I’m hanging up.”
“Hey! Hold on, don’t hang up, please.”
“Fine, what do you want Bieber?”
“Ok, thanks. Well first off, you got my text. My new album’s release party is this Friday.”
“Yes, I know that! Do you really need to announce that repeatedly?”
“Well, kind of. I mean, if I don’t then you’ll forget, again.”
“Ha, I didn’t forget. I remembered, mostly because your last party was all over my Instagram, Twitter and Facebook newsfeed. I didn’t attend by choice.”
“Haha, well you’ve increased some serious sass.”
“I only show sass to people who deserve it.”
“Oh really?? Then you better check your own news.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean, you’re being talked about everywhere, but not in a good way.”
“Awesome! That means my popularity is gaining.”
“Sienna, you’re not improving any bit by doing all of this.”
“Ha! Like I’m gonna take advice from you! Where is Derrick?? Goodbye Justin.”
“Wai-” Then I hung up on him and cracked open the window to look for Derrick. There he was coming with two lattes and a stack of magazines.
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The Do-Over
Teen FictionHaven't you ever dreamed how it would be to be an international superstar? Living in a big mansion in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, having millions of loving fans, all of the friends, fame and fourtune you could ask for? Wouldn't it be great to live a...
