Why did god take you away from me. Justin Bieber & Kendall Jenner

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The main girl in this story is called Brittany  she lives In California, she is 16 years old she will be 17 quite soon, has long dark brown hair, sparkling dark brown eyes and tanned skin, at school she gets bullied a lot and she has no friends,  her mum died of cancer when she was just thirteen her mum was her best friend and her dad is in prison for drug taking, she lives in care, she hates it, because all the teenagers that stay in there to bully her to, so she never escapes it. She mainly gets bullied because of her dad in prison, and the fact she wears glasses, when she was younger she was sexually abused by her uncle and never told anyone about it,  she has never had a boyfriend, she hates the fact of having one, she feels she can't escape the pain and heartache she feels, she just wants to kill herself, but she is a very pretty girl but she doesn't see that, will someone change all that, who knows.

(Justin isn't famous in this story just a normal teenager)

(the title of this story has nothing to do with her mum)

*~~Trailer~~*

"i'm sorry Mr Bieber we found a lot of blood, A lot of blood for someone to be murdered I'm so sorry, we haven't found her body yet but we'll keep on looking."

*~Brittany's Pov~~*

Would they do it today, would I get those stares and sniggers today, would they beat me up today, would they flush my head down the toilet, I didn't know but at least one of these things happen everyday for me at school, and I get used to it, it's a normal routine for me, but what they don't know is when I go home or should say care home I cut myself, Want to commit suicide because they make my life a misery, I miss my mum, why did she have to die, why was she taken away like that, she was my best friend the only one who understood me, now shes gone and I have no one, dads in prison for holding drugs in our home, my own dad, I hate him for that. The rest of my family well they just hate me, and disowned me, uncle raped me, and I told no one about that, I've kept that secret inside for years, because I was afraid no one would believe me if I spoke out about it. The kids here at the care home just bully me as well, talk about my mother in front of me saying vile things, they talk about my father, the adults who work here are nice though they try and make it stop, but it never does, I lock myself in my room, and cry, cut myself to ease the pain away pray to my mum, I wish I could see her again, i have to make do with the locket she gave me and the photo I have of her on my bedside. I long to find someone who will not judge me, who will understand me and help me, but that might never happen, I'll be a lone for the rest of my shit life.

That morning I woke up, ready for another day at school, checked my iPhone, I sprang out of bed, making it neat, kissing the photograph of my mum, single tear slipping of my eye.

"miss you mum".

I said tracing my finger a long it, my mum was very beautiful, wish I was as beautiful as her, but when I look in the mirror all I see Is ugliness disgusted by myself. I grabbed my glasses off my bedside and put them on, hate wearing them I get bullied for that to, a mean they aren't big stupid geeky glasses, there small on my face and I used to like them when I got them, but now I don't, I have contact lenses but I don't like to wear them that much. I went into the bathroom I have in this room, everyone in this care home has a bathroom in there room, I switched on the light and got a fright at the reflection in the mirror, my reflection. I had a nice long shower, washing my long brown hair, I think thats the only feature I like about myself is my hair, I love the length of it. I wrapped a towel around my scarred body, yeah about a year ago I had an operation on my heart, I needed a transplant because I had heart problems ever since I was born, I was put on the donors list for a long time, I gave up in thinking they would find a match, if they didn't find a match then I would have died, but lucky enough a year ago they found a match, and I'm healthy, I exercise and eat healthy everyday to keep my new heart in tip top condition, its what the doctors advised me to do, so I have this big reddish scar across my chest, it makes me feel insecure about myself, thats when it comes to gym class I have to get changed in the showers in the changing rooms because I don't want anybody else to see it, they would laugh at me. I dried my hair right through, and straightened it till it sat just on my boobs, I got changed into some jegging's, a white jumper with a snowflake on it, and put my flat black shoes on my feet. I applied a little bit of makeup onto my face, not to much I don't like to came myself in makeup like a lot of girls do at my school, they look like clowns not humans. I walked out the bathroom and grabbed my bag sitting on the bed, placing my phone and folders and books inside of it. Didn't want to go down for breakfast, they even make my life a misery at breakfast. I opened my bedroom door fully wide, and walked downstairs, hiding my bag behind a table so no one gets their hands on it. I walked through to the kitchen where everyone was laughing and talking, but everything went quiet when I walked in, Tracey and Lindsay looking at while laughing silently to themselves, yeah there the biggest bitches here and at school, thinking there perfect and shit like that. The other girls Cassie, Bella, Taylor, Rihanna but she likes to be referred as princess, and Tracey and Lindsay who I just talked about and me the other girl. And as for the boys in here they call me ugly and tell me no one will ever want me, and there right that's very true. The boys are Josh, Stewart, Austin, Joel, Zack, Edward and jake. I feel out of place here, why was I even put in this care home. I sat down on the spare seat that was left which was next to Zack, he shuffled over as i sat down and gave me an evil stare, every single one of them kept fixing their eyes on me, making me feel uncomfortable.