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'As I scurried up the stairs, I clutched the tickets to my chest. I closed my eyes and let the good feelings crash into my heart like waves. As of now, My life was totally complete. And nothing could ruin it.'
'Not even death.'
Meet Zoya. A normal, down-to-Earth girl from California. She's only Fourteen years old. And to put her to words, She loves to paint and draw, she spends loads of time with her family, and most of all, she loves Justin Bieber more then life. She's a hardcore Belieber. I mean, Who isn't? On the night of her Fourteenth Birthday, she recievs her dream. In paper. Two tickets to the next Justin Bieber concert. She finally has her dream staring her in the face. But somehow, In the back of her mind, she's nervous. Scared. But why? She says that not even death could stop her from following her dreams. But what happeneds when death creeps into her life, And she doesn't know it. Sometimes death comes in the form of love. Your dreams. And its right under your nose. And if you aren't careful, You might fall for it. Hard.
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Preview:
"Ah! Your kidding me right?!" I screamed, throwing my hands into the open air above me. I was trying to catch my breath. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest. And my face was lit up with excitement. Happiness. Surprise. And I could feel it. All of it. I looked at my parents who were sitting infront of me, hands joined together on my father's lap. They smiled but almost sighed. As if something was taken away from them. Right from under them. Money, maybe. And it was all for my benefit. I smiled towards them, recieving a worried smile back. My mother squeezed my dad's hand.
"We wouldn't let you miss him if we knew he was coming here, Zo." My mom pulled me into her arms into a small embrace. But mentally, she was counting all my money that she had left in her purse. Well, what was left, anyway. But who cares?! I got freaking Justin Bieber tickets! On the floor, baby!
"Happy Birthday, sweetheart!" Dad whisper-yelled from across the surface of the wooden table. My heart began to slow to its normal rate. But somehow, it still skipped some beats. I smiled even more, letting go of my mother and closing in on dad.
"Thank you!" I let go of dad, grinning even more then a second ago. But somehow, a type of knot formed in my nervous stomach. Why was I nervous? Why was I feeling this way? Almost scared. But, that was being masked by my fan-girl excitement that was brewing in my chest. Ya.
I was a hardcore Belieber.
And that was my dream.
Well, besides wanting to be an artist. I drew all the time. Something that relaxed me. Made me who I am. It made me feel free. Free and whole. That's what makes Zoya. Well, me.
As I scurried up the stairs, I clutched the tickets to my chest. I closed my eyes and let the good feelings crash into my heart like waves. As of now, My life was totally complete. And nothing could ruin it.
Not even death.
I ran down the empty and air filled hallway, twisting the copper knob open of my bedroom. I looked to all the walls. All of them were covered with pieces of paper, posters, news paper clippings, stickers. You name anything Bieber, it was on my wall. Even the dolls. Even though, They kindof creeped me out. I couldn't help but think that they were going to climb out of the boxes and take over the word. Ugh.
I brushed off the cold chill that spread up my spine, smoothing out the covers of my bed. I looked to the side, setting my tickets on the night stand. I smiled to myself, laying back down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Did I mention my ceiling was covered?
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After a while, I was still laying there. I was wide awake. And the concert was fastly approahing.
My dream was right in front of me, staring me in the face.
But, somehow I felt unsure.
I shrugged my shoulders, brushing my stray strands of hair from my tanned face. California weather does wonders for my skin. It gave me some type of mysterious glow. So the only makeup I wore was mascara. And I liked it that way.
Ya. I was pretty down to Earth. A normal brown haired girl from Cali. With a big love for Bieber and even bigger dreams.
And nothing was going to stop me now.
This was my dream.
