Every poster showed my bruised arm and scars... and below my name written in big letters: Katie Johnson.
                              Justin Chaz and Ryan saw me and ran to me as I took some steps back.
                              You: "HOW COULD YOU? I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WERE MY FRIENDS!"
                              Justin: "K--"
                              You: "DON'T! Just..."
                              I shook my head at them and ran out of school as tears ran down my cheeks. I ran to the cemetery and sat in front of my mom's gravestone.
                              I just sat there and cried for hours.
                              I had honestly thought they were my friends... I thought they had changed... guess not. They are still jerks!
                              As it was getting dark, a voice rang in my mind
                              'I'm leaving tonight and will be back Monday night.'
                              You: "Bye mom. I love you."
                              I stood up and brushed away the dirt on my pants. I ran home and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the main door. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
                              I was a expecting darkness, the smell of beer and beer bottles everywhere but instead I found lit candles everywhere and I could even smell perfume.
                              Am I at my house?
                              You: "Uh dad?"
                              Dad: "In the living room sweetie!"
                              Sweetie? There is definitely something wrong. He sounded... happy! He never sounds happy!
                              I walked to the living room and saw my dad on the couch. But he wasn't alone. Next to him was a short brunette woman.
                              Dad: "Pattie, I'd like you to meet my daughter Katie." 
                              Pattie looked at me and smiled. She got up and gave me a hug.
                              Pattie: "It's nice to finally meet you Katie! Your dad has talked so much about you"
                              You: "Umm nice to meet you too."
                              Dad: "Come sit with us Katie."
                              He smiled at me and I sat down as Pattie did too.
                              Pattie: "I didn't know you lived here. I don't live far from here."
                              You: "Oh cool. so are you two together or something?"
                              Dad: "Yes. We work together so we've been talking a lot and stuff but now, we're more than just work mates."
                              Pattie: "It was actually like love at first sight."
                              They looked at each other with big smiled on their faces then turned to me.
                              Dad: "How was school today?"
                              You: "It was the usual"
                              Pattie: "My son actually goes to the same school as you. Maybe you know who he is?"
                              You: "What's his name?"
                              Pattie: "Justin. Justin Bieber."
                              What...? I couldn't believe my ears... Justin's Pattie's son? If dad and Pattie get married, Justin will be my step-brother!
                              You: "Uh yeah... I uh I have to go"
                              I ran up to my room and kept pacing around.
                              I still can't believe this. Justin doesn't even look like Pattie. [I know his does but pretend? :P] I could've never guessed Pattie's his mom. I sat on my bed and kept thinking about it for some while.
                                      
                                   
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Saved by my bully - justin bieber
Fanfictionpreveiw; Katie Johnson, their victim? Well, simply because I'm the nerd. And they ain't the ones who hit me, my dad hits me too.Sometimes, he hits me with his beer bottle, which he loves more than anything else in the whole world. The love he had f...
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  