All Alone: Rise of a Superstar

Justin Drew Bieber has been through thick and thin.
An abusive step-father, a weak mom and a poor reputation at school isn't all Justin struggles with.
After loosing loved-ones and moving from Stratford to Atlanta, Justin seems to be coping well with the new atmosphere.
After getting a surprise phone-call, followed by meetings and arrangements, could this be the rise of a superstar?

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3/14/09, Thursday 3:30PM

‘Hi mom.’ I mumbled, making my way through the front door that is hanging from it’s hinges, and dropped my bag on the ground.

‘Hey Justin.’ my mom sighed, as I looked over at my step-father. He had that annoying smirk on his face, like always.

‘Had a nice day kid?’ he asks, walking over to me.

‘no.’ I mumble, receiving raised eyebrows from him.

‘Oh, what a shame.’ He said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, and pushing me into him. I coughed, bringing my hand up to my mouth. He pushes me into him more and let’s go of me, as I cough again.

‘Are you sick kid?’ he asks me, raising his eyebrows again.

‘I think so.’ I say, clutching my stomach and coughing.

‘Yuck you inconsiderate sh**, get away from here!’ he yells, pushing my back hard, making me fall forward.

‘He’s so pathetic Pattie.’ My step-father says, as I get up and dust off my pants.

I sniff, before I walk towards my bedroom door. I push open the door, after a few tries, as it was stuck. I look around my room and sigh, as I make my way over to my small bed.

When was the last time the sheets on this thing were changed?

I pull my hands over my mouth again, as I cough. I reach into my pocket and pull out my cheap, broken cell phone. This was all I got to entertain myself, besides my guitar, but this phone doesn’t really do much.

I sigh as I throw my cell across the room so it smashes against the way, making a hole in the wall, to match the one beside it. But the other hole, which was almost triple the size of what I just made, was for a different reason.

I sit down on my bed, and bury my head in my hands. I start to cry lightly, as I hear my mom and step-father arguing. My mom doesn’t deserve this, heck I don’t either.

When I finish crying in my hands, I wipe away the tears with my sleeve, as I make my way over to the corner of my small room.

I pick up my tattered guitar, and slung the strap over my shoulder, as I walked towards my bedroom door. I pushed it open, and it collapsed, breaking off its hinges and falling to the floor.

I groaned, as I picked up the door and leaned it against the wall. The walls in this house were so dirty, black marks smothered it’s once white color, along with some blood stains.

A shiver runs down my spine as I think of how that blood got there. I shake off the feeling of fear, before I leave my arguing parents in the living room, as I make my way out of the door.

I can hardly call William one of my parents, but he wouldn’t like that. I don’t know why though, he always calls me pathetic, worthless and a loser.

I sniff, as I face the cool autumn air, as I gush of wind blows my hair out of my face. I flick it back into its original position, before I start walking past all the other council homes in the area.

The place is dark, and sorrowful. There’s always at least one person crying on the street, or a burglar breaking into a home. But it’s all we can afford.

I sniff once again, as I start walking along a more decent street, soon hitting the mall street. I pass many people, as I pull my hood over my head.

I don’t like to be seen or recognized, everyone will just call me ugly or spit in my face. I cling onto the strap of my guitar as I reach the steps of the Avon Theater.

My mom and my step-father don’t know I busk on the streets. No one knows who I am, as I always have my hood over my head.

I sit down on the last step and position the guitar on my lap. I place my fingers over the chords, as I start to strum lightly. I gain attention from a few woman with their babies, and they turn around, a small smile on there faces.

I start singing, as my fingers place themselves over the chords. When I finish my song, I start another, as more people show up to watch me.

‘Who is this kid?’

‘His voice is amazing.’

‘He will be famous!’

‘Wow.’

That’s what everyone says, but I don’t believe them. I do this for the money. People say I’m good, so I come out here everyday after school and play for them.

That’s when a girl with waist-length cranberry brown hair, wearing a pair of black converse, stands right in front of me, crossing her arms over her chest, smiling at me.

I look down at continue playing. After about an hour, I look over at the container I brought for people to throw their money in, and saw a lot of 10 dollar notes, stacked high in it.

I small smile formed on my face, as I place my guitar strap over my shoulder again and pick up the container. I started counting the money.

I had 260 dollars in here.

I gape slightly, as I put the notes and coins back into the container, and stand up. That’s then I noticed the girl with the cranberry hair, standing there clapping.

I looked at her and smiled slightly, as she walked over to me.

‘You are amazing.’ She gaped at me, flashing me a smile, showing off her pearly whites.

‘Thanks.’ I mumble, before I start walking fast through the people.

‘Wait!’ I hear her voice yell out to me, but I keep walking, and eventually, start running. When I reached my street, I was puffed out.

Why I ran away from that girl?

Well I’ve seen her before, at school. She’s never picked on me, but her boyfriend Ryan Butler does. She probably will when she finds out it’s me who was busking.

I scurry back into the house, and slide off my hoodie. I hold the container full of money closer to my chest and carefully place my guitar on the floor, as I walk towards my mom.

She was cuddling a pillow crying. I walked up to her, and she smiled at me, and smiled wider once she saw the money.

‘Justin, where did you get this from?’ she cried, picking the container up.

‘From, ah work.’ I mumbled, like always.

I feel bad for lying to my mom, but it's for a reason.

‘Justin, this is amazing.’ She says, pulling me into a hug.

‘Where’s William?’ I mumble, taking nervous glances around the room.

‘Out.’ She sighs, before she pulls me into a hug and kisses my head.

‘I’m so sorry Justin.’ She says, more tears falling down her face.

 

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