The Optimist and the Pessimist

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*Bella's POV*

Beep! Beep! Beep!

My annoying but helpful alarm clock went off the moment I woke up, which means that I'm on time for school again.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes, eagerly stepping out of bed.

Today was going to be a great day. Again.

I've had so many great days lately that I've lost track of the exact number.

But I'm not complaining, after all, this streak of good luck is a stunning recovery from the amount of bad luck I had been having.

I quickly washed my face then slipped on an outfit that I think is pretty cute.

Ripped jeans shorts, a pink Adidas shirt, Adidas high tops and sparkly lip gloss for a slightly extra flare.

"Morning Dad!" I called out to my dad, who was flipping pancakes.

"Good morning Bella." He greeted me warmly.

"Are you staying for breakfast today?"

"Nah, I'm going to go to school extra early today." I kindly declined his offer.

"But thanks for asking!"

I snatched up my blue jean Jansport backpack and practically skipped out my front door.

My name is Bella Suroso, and today, nothing can bring me down!

*Justin's POV*

"Yes!"

"Amazing!"

"Loving it!"

The bothersome photographer taking pictures of me would not stop talking.

Every angle I moved in recieved a compliment from him.

It was getting on my last nerve.

"Justiiiiin, you are absolutely fabulous!" He gushed.

That was the last straw.

If he opens his big mouth again, I will gladly teach him how to close it.

Luckily, we're nearing the end of this photoshoot, so I won't have to worry about hearing this annoyance anymore.

Being Justin Bieber, the world famous model is not easy.

Sure, there's the traveling and sightseeing and all that, but it's never worth it when it comes to the paparazzi, the invasion of privacy, and the nonstop attention.

It gets tiring really quickly.

"That's a wrap!" The photographer shouted and walked over to me.

"Justin, these photos are perfect! You did an awesome job today!" He complimented, showing me the pictures.

"Whatever, I may have done well, but it was so hard to with you yammering every point five seconds." I grumbled.

The photographer looked stunned, then he regained his composure.

"Yes, well I do tend to give out compliments to models while taking pictures..." He cleared his throat.

"Compliments? They were more like distractions." I complained.

He had nothing more to say to me, so he walked away.

I snickered to myself.

"Justin, awesome job with today's shoot. You killed it out there!" My manager, Scooter exclaimed as he approached me.

"I know, right? It's like bad angles don't exist for me." I spoke a bit overconfidently.

"Woah, don't get too prideful." Scooter warned.

"I have some bad news for you."

My face fell.

"What is it?" I questioned.

Please don't tell me I have to leave Canada again.

"Your tutor quit her job yesterday because of personal issues. Unfortunately, we can't find another tutor on such short notice, so we're sending you to school." Scooter continued.

I guess that news isn't too bad, as long as the school is in Canada.

"It's been decided that you'll attend school in New York, which is convenient because your photoshoots for the next few months will be there." He finished.

"Any questions?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"Why do we have to go to New York? There are plenty of schools here in Canada!"

"Justin, I've already explained that." He said.

"All of your upcoming photoshoots will be there, and it will cut expenses if we just move there for a while instead of going back and forth between countries. And besides, Canada isn't the whole world Justin."

He patted my shoulder and walked away.

I didn't want to move to New York!

Even if it's just temporary, I wanted to stay in Canada, where everything  is familiar, and where it's easier to visit my hometown.

Of course I've been to New York before, but I had never gotten used to anything there, and I really wanted to keep it that way.

I groaned and kicked at the ground with my shoe.

Being seventeen years old and world famous is no easy combination.

That's the end of Part 1 :)
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