Justin Bieber? He's ok. But I'm not in love with him or anything.

My Justin Bieber Story

My Justin Bieber Story

I wanna be the very best,

Like no one ever was!

To catch them is my real test,

To train them is my cause!

I awoke to the alarm on my phone singing the pokemon song. At first I started singing along while I was still partly asleep. But then i remembered what day it was. I bolted up in bed. "It's Amy's birthday!" I screamed. My brother in the room next to me walked in. "No fuck Sherlock. It's all you two have been talking about." he said. " 'OMG It's almost my birthday!!' 'I know!' "eeeeeee!' " he said trying to sound like an annoying girl. "We do not talk like that." I said. "Uh. Yea you do." he said like it was obvious. I just narrowed my eyes. "Daimen?" I asked. "Yea?" he said. "GET THE HELL OUTTA MY ROOM!!!" I shouted at him. I know what you must be thinking. What the hell? Who's Amy? Who are you? Why did God make stupid people? Well answering some of these questions, I'm Lucille. Everyone I'm really close to calls me Lulu though. Amy is my best friend. And I think God made stupid people so we smart people could have something to laugh at when they do something stupid. It's just a birthday right? Nope. It's her 16th birthday. And it's gunna be her best birthday ever. Her parents had gotten her that red BMW that she had been drooling over for months. And I got tickets for the the two of us to see her favorite singer today. Justin Bieber. She's got total Beiber-fever. Me? I like his music, and I guess he is pretty cute. But he's just a regular guy. Like my brother. Or my neighbor. Not really any different. He can just sing better. But she loved him to no end. She had all his posters. All his CD's. And she had an autographed picture on her binder. And she always wears this necklace with a heart and "Justin-my love-Bieber. A bit excessive right? But she's my best friend. And she almost cried when she found out they were sold out of tickets before she could get one. Lucky for her I bought one online a few months ago. They were expensive to. Front row, center seats. Right where 'You can get a great look at his crotch in those skinny jeans' my whore of a neighbor says. Ugh. I hate her. But anyway. She was totally crushed. It took all the will-power I had not to tell her. She's gunna be so surprised. I can't wait to see the look on her face!

WACK! "Getthe helloutta bed. You havvta gota school." I froze. It was Dad. "Y-yes sir!" I said and hoped out of bed as fast as I could. I sighed. 'He's drunk again?' I thought to myself. I should have known. He didn't come home last night. So of course he was either stoned or drunk. He looked me up and down. "Whaday izit?" he said. "It's Saturday Dad." "Oh." he slurred. "I'm goin ta bed." he said and walked out. "I love you Dad!" I called after him. "Shaddup!' He yelled. A beer bottle slammed into my sholder with surprising accuracy for a drunk man. I bit my lip to stop the cry of pain that was forming in my throat. I put my hand to my shoulder. It was bleeding. And hurting. Really bad. I guess there was still beer in it. Wouldn't be the first time. I sighed and walked into the bathroom to wash it off. Damien walked in took one look at me and was at my side in a mili-second. "You ok?" he asked concerned. "Yea. I'm fine. It's just a little cut." I said and took the t'shirt I was wearing off. I had a tank-top on underneath it. Damien smelled the air. "There was still beer in there. Here let me help." he said and took the washcolth from my hand and started to clean my wound gently. "Thanks." I said. "No problem. We gotta stick together." he said smiling at me. His face got serious. "I'll get us out of here someday. We'll go where he'll never find us. Him or his stupid 'friends'." I sighed. "You know that'll never happen. They'll even keep tags on us our whole lives. The most freedom we'll ever have from them is getting away from here once we go off to collage." I said sadly. We had tried before. It just ended us up in a basement being worked to the bone and beaten for two weeks. One of them almost raped me. But luckily, his boss called him up to do something before he could finish undressing me. "That can't be true. You just gotta keep hoping! We'll get out of here! I'll make sure of it!" he said with forced enthusiasm. I smiled a sad smile and hugged my brother, "Damien thank-you for always being there for me." He hugged me back. "Like I said. No problem. We gotta stick together. You would do the same for me."

TBC

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