Mia's P.O.V.
I sit at the desk in my room with an unmailed letter in front of me. i reread it over again.
Dear Justin Bieber,
Hi i'm Mia Castro. I'm fourteen and i have brown hair and brown eyes. I'm about five foot and i have a dream. A dream to be a singer just like you. I want to be famous and have people cheering my name at concerts around the world. This is why you are my idol. I love you more than anything and i don't even know you. But i don't love you like any regular fan. I love you in a different way. I feel like i know you personally, even though i don't. My one wish is for us to meet some day.
So if i'm lucky and you pick my letter out of all your fanmail to read, then this won't be the last time we talk. Please try to get back to me; but if you are too busy i understand. Thank you for reading my letter. And please give me a call if you want to- 925-555-9745
Love,
Mia Castro . xxx.
I read it three more times before i decide it's good enough to send. So i stick on a stamp and lick the envelope shut. Here we go... I think as i shut the mail box.
Justin's P.O.V.
"Hey Justin we got another trash bag full of fan mail for yah" my mother, Pattie, said.
"alright just set them down right here." i said and poined next to my chair. I was at home in Canada, where i liked it best. Shoving a couple of grapes in my mouth, i started to open the bag. There had to have been at least 2,000 letters in there. Most of them saying, oh my god justin you dont know how much i love you!, i am your number one fan!, or please send me back an autograph!
After skimming through about 200 of them, i realized how groggy i felt. "hey mom im goin to bed okay?" i yell from across the house.
"wait...i think you should read this one last letter" she says and gives me a wink. I look at the letter, wondering why she is so interested in this one.
"Oh my god..you were right mom." i look at her for a split second before looking at the letter again.
"You read it?" she looks at me with a hopefull look in her eye. I look around me.
"Mom. look at me. I'm famous, living my dream; i have millions of people on this planet who love me and yet im not happy right now." i say.
"Well baby it might be because you are eighteen years old and you don't have a girl in your life. Besides me of course..." she chuckles.
"Yeah maybe that's it. But this girl mom, she got my attention."
Mia's P.O.V.
It's eight in the morning when i feel my phone vibrating.
"Hello" i say in a sleepy tone.
"Is this Mia?" a voice says. Sounds like a boy...
"Yeah...wait who is this" i say.
"Well you're probably not going to believe me if i tell you," he laughs then continues. "It's Justin Bieber. You gave me your number in the letter you wrote me."
"Is this some kind of prank?" i say angrily.
"No its not," he chuckles, "i want to meet you. your letter stood out to me."
