God daughter

Isabella Parker, (doesn't like to be called Bella) has a hard life. She only has one parent (her dad), has an average grade of a C and doesn't have any close friends. She's not bullied by one person, she's bullied by the whole school. What happens when the worst thing possible happens? What happens when her life totally switches gears. Will things work out or will crash and burn? Will she survive this change or will she run away? Read it to find out......... This IS a Justin Bieber fan fic!

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11. Early birthday present

Justin's POV

 

 

I'm sitting on the couch, just lounging cause there's nothing to do.

Isabella left and should be back soon, Scooter left and said that he would send someone over with Isabella's school supplies.

 

I heard a knock on the door, that knocked me out of my thoughts.

 

I got up to open the door.

 

"Hello." The man said at the door with a box in his hands.


"Hello." I said.


"Here just sign right there." The man handed me a clip borad with paperwork on it and a pin.


I signed it and handed it back for him. "Here."


 

"One more thing." He said and started to rummage through his bag.

 

 

"Can you sign this too, my kid is a big fan." He handed me another pin and a paper.


"Sure." I said with a smile and sighed the paper. I put a little smiley face and a heart. Then I handed it back and he smiled at it.

 

"Thanks," he said still looking at the paper. "he'll love it."


'He?' I mentally thought. 'Huh? I never really thought I would still have boy beliebers.'

 

The delivery man gave me the medium sized box and he left. I shut the door.

 

I walked up to Isabella's room.

 

When I got up there her room was actually neat and clean. I set the box on the couch and took another look around.


I scratched the back of my head. I'm still getting used to another person in my house. I kind of feel bad for her, she has to sleep on this couch. I've never really slept on it, but I have sat on it.

 

One of her drawers were open so I walked over to close it. I looked down in the drawer and I saw one of her bras.......DAMN! She's got some big ass titties.

 

I quickly closed the drawer so that I wouldn't get to excited, if you know what I mean.

 


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Izzy's POV

 

"Izzy?" I heard Clair's voice behind me.

 

 I turned around with the best smile on my face.

 

"Hey." I said looking her up and down, she looks like she was trashed. And she didn't have a lot of clothes on.


"Hi," she said shifting her position "what are you doing here?"

 

She really doesn't know?

 

"Well, I've been gone for a few days." I said hoping she would realize.


"Really? I thought you were just ignoring me." She said a little confused.

How does she not remember, we even texted about it?!


"Well anyways I was gone because my da-"

 

"Hey babe who's here?" He said and then kissed her.

 

My eyes went wide when I saw who walked up behind Clair. Drake Smith. The worst of them all. Never in a million years would I think Clair would kiss that dick whole. But no, here she is, sharing saliva with the beast.

 

He, Drake Smith, put me through living hell since 2nd grade. Calling me names like fat, whore, slut, vigina and the list goes on. You would think he would grow up, but he never did and never has. Clair hated him too, but now, I guess, there together.

 

"Oh we'll look who it is." Drake said letting go of Clair.


"Drake, just stop." Clair pushed him back a little and turned around to look at me.

 

I shook my head at her and began to back up so I could leave.

 

"Ya that's right keep walking fat ass, Clair doesn't need you, nobody does." Drake said with a evil slur to his voice.

 

I looked at Clair one last time with disappointment and then I  turned around and began to run to the car.

 


I could feel a tear begin to roll down my cheek. I quickly swiped that Off my face. He's not worth the tears.

How could she? I thought she cared about me? Would she really tell drake that she didn't need me?

 

I opened the car door.

 

"What happened?" Nancy asked.


I got in.

 

"I don't want to talk about it." I said with a deep angry voice.

 

She started the car and began to drive to the airport.

 

What a nice early birthday present.

 

 

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