'Pick Me'
Chapter 1
"Bree, guess
what?" said my 6 year old sister, Ali. "What?" I
said with a smile. "Mommy, got us tickets to Justin
Bieber!" she said jumping up and down. That's when my
smile faded. I hated Justin Bieber. He's just another
bratty kid, who things he's everything because he's
famous. "Why aren't you happy?" my sister said
sadly. Because I HATE Justin Bieber. I thought.
"I am happy. I can't wait to go!" I said so I
wouldn't upset my little sister.
'Yay!
You might have a chance with Justin. Your seventeen and so is
he!" she laughed. Joy, I thought.
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'Mom, do I have to go?!' I said in the car. "Yes, I already bought the tickets and we're already here." she responded. I got out of the car and we walked up to the concert. There was a bunch of screaming fans everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE. My mom got us front row tickets and backstage passes. Great, I just can't get enough of this kid. "Mom, I'm gonna go get something to eat." I said.
I walked away and started looking for the stand. Just then I smacked into someone and fell to the ground. I looked up to see it was Justin Bieber. GREAT ! "Hey." he said. "Hello," I said kind of snobby. He looked into my eyes. "Sorry, about that." he said. "No, it's fine. I didn't see you there." I said. He helped me up. "Thanks," I mumbled. "Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes." he said. Wow, he probably does this to all of his fans. "Thank you." I said. "No really there like crystal clear." he smiled. I smiled back and laughed a little pushing my black hair behind my ears. "Justin, lets go!" someone said. I'm guessing it was his manager. "I got to go. Sorry about that. It was my fault. I'll see you later .... " he stopped. "Bree." I said. He smiled. "Bye Bree." "Bye." I caught myself smiling and walked away.
Justin opened with a song, Ali said was name, 'Love Me'. It was actually pretty cool moves he had going up there. Then he sang a song I knew word for word because Ali. It was 'Baby.' 'One Less Lonely Girl' came on and Justin saw me and pulled me up on stage. No. No. No. No. No. Get me off this stage I thought. I hate Justin Bieber. Hate. Hate. Hate. HATE.
He handed my a dozen roses, put his arm around me and kissed my cheek. He sang, 'If you let me inside your world..' He moved my black hair from my face and once again kissed my cheek. What was the guy trying to prove? He thinks just because he's Justin Bieber he can get any girl he wants. What a player. Some guy came up and took my roses and Justin stood me on my feet and started slow dancing with me. He dipped me down and brought me back up, then the song ended. 'There's gonna be One Less Lonely Girl.' He sang and then slowly and softly kissed my cheek. I caught myself smiling again. Was he starting to like me? He grabbed my hand and walked me off stage giving me back my roses. I went back to my seat where Chris Brown came out and they crown went crazy. They sang,'Next to You' and then the concert ended.
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I took Ali backstage where she met Justin. He took my hand and took me to an area that looked like a Teacher's Room in school. He got his manager to get everyone to leave. My mom took Ali and Justin took me. He sat down and I sat down on the other side of the couch. What the hell is he doing?
Feedback?
Please[:
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'Mom, do I have to go?!' I said in the car. "Yes, I already bought the tickets and we're already here." she responded. I got out of the car and we walked up to the concert. There was a bunch of screaming fans everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE. My mom got us front row tickets and backstage passes. Great, I just can't get enough of this kid. "Mom, I'm gonna go get something to eat." I said.
I walked away and started looking for the stand. Just then I smacked into someone and fell to the ground. I looked up to see it was Justin Bieber. GREAT ! "Hey." he said. "Hello," I said kind of snobby. He looked into my eyes. "Sorry, about that." he said. "No, it's fine. I didn't see you there." I said. He helped me up. "Thanks," I mumbled. "Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes." he said. Wow, he probably does this to all of his fans. "Thank you." I said. "No really there like crystal clear." he smiled. I smiled back and laughed a little pushing my black hair behind my ears. "Justin, lets go!" someone said. I'm guessing it was his manager. "I got to go. Sorry about that. It was my fault. I'll see you later .... " he stopped. "Bree." I said. He smiled. "Bye Bree." "Bye." I caught myself smiling and walked away.
Justin opened with a song, Ali said was name, 'Love Me'. It was actually pretty cool moves he had going up there. Then he sang a song I knew word for word because Ali. It was 'Baby.' 'One Less Lonely Girl' came on and Justin saw me and pulled me up on stage. No. No. No. No. No. Get me off this stage I thought. I hate Justin Bieber. Hate. Hate. Hate. HATE.
He handed my a dozen roses, put his arm around me and kissed my cheek. He sang, 'If you let me inside your world..' He moved my black hair from my face and once again kissed my cheek. What was the guy trying to prove? He thinks just because he's Justin Bieber he can get any girl he wants. What a player. Some guy came up and took my roses and Justin stood me on my feet and started slow dancing with me. He dipped me down and brought me back up, then the song ended. 'There's gonna be One Less Lonely Girl.' He sang and then slowly and softly kissed my cheek. I caught myself smiling again. Was he starting to like me? He grabbed my hand and walked me off stage giving me back my roses. I went back to my seat where Chris Brown came out and they crown went crazy. They sang,'Next to You' and then the concert ended.
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I took Ali backstage where she met Justin. He took my hand and took me to an area that looked like a Teacher's Room in school. He got his manager to get everyone to leave. My mom took Ali and Justin took me. He sat down and I sat down on the other side of the couch. What the hell is he doing?
Feedback?
Please[:
"I’ll always be
your number one fan
And I should be your one and only man
You should pick me"
<3
*nmf
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