The bad and the broken

chapter 1

*Justin's POV*

"We're going to try this again, Mr. Bieber. Just answer the questions truthfully and we'll send you home without calling your social worker."

"Aight."

"Why did you vandalize Mr. Lemon's property?"

"I felt like it."

"Why did you physically assault Mr. Lemon?"

"Because he's an old prick. He was telling me to get off his lawn or he'd call the cops. Somebody had to put him in his place."

The detective sighed. He slumped back in his chair and stared at me for a while.

"Mr. Bieber, do you know just how lucky you are? What a good home you're in right now? This is you're third domestic arrest in a week. A week! After this, the Carson family is not going to want you anymore. Then, if your court date goes well, do you know where you're going? A group home. Now, I' m going to call you're social worker. I'll see if we can get this straightened out. Find you a temporary home. Excuse me."

I leaned back in my chair, suddenly feeling stressed. I hated-and I mean hated-the Carsons, but I didn't need to be sent to a group home. Those places were nothing but trouble. I ran my fingers through my caramel brown quiff. Then, I heard the door to the questioning room open.

It was Melinda, my social worker. Ugh. She was definitely going to lecture me.

"Justin! What were you thinking!" she began frantically. "Here I was, thinking you could ride out your last year in foster care with the Carsons, and you go and beat up their neighbors! Did you just not care about the fact that there might not be a family left in the entire bay area that wants you? Dios Mío, es muy muy, stupido...."

She continued her rant in Spanish for about five more minutes before I interrupted.

"look, Melinda, you've gotta get me out of going to that group home. I can't go back to one of those." I tried to make my brown eyes look sad, just for effect.

"Oh no mister, don't you try puppy dog eyes on me. You've gotten yourself into a serious predicament. Under other circumstances, you would just have to deal with it, but it seems you've gotten lucky..."

I sat up, suddenly interested in what she was saying.

"I have a friend. She lives over on East 19th. She'd be willing to take you in until your court date. Now, We'll have to-"

I cut her off with a hug.

"Thank you Melinda, thank you, thank you. Thank you."

"Don't thank me. You should be thanking Mary and her daughter for being so hospitable."

Daughter? "She has a daughter?" I asked Melinda.

"Yes. Her name is Andrea. She's 17, just like you. You'll be going to her school with her for these last two months. Your court date isn't until July, so you've got to finish out the school year. "

ugh. School. I absolutely hated school. There are a lot of things I hate in this world.

"Now, Mary is expecting you by 6:30 sharp. We've got to get going. I already got your bag from the Carsons place. Lets go."

I followed her out of the questioning room and thrught the Oakland Police Station. I was honestly nervous. What if Mary and her daughter didn't want me either? I guess I'd have to find out.

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Hello everyone. This is my first ever story on wattpad. I don't expect anybody to read this, but if you are thank you.

I also want the address the fact that this is an alternate universe story, and Justin IS NOT famous.

I want to let the readers decide most of what happens in the story, because I suck at ideas. .-. So if you have anything you'd like to see happen, feel free to comment.

K bye.

-shaienne