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?


12. XII

3/28/09, Saturday 7:35PM.


Justin’s POV


“Just a fraction of your love fills the air and I fall in love with you all over again, yeah” I finished, with one last strum of my guitar. A round of applause breaks out in the crowd and I smile slightly in triumph.

Dollars and notes were thrown into the small biscuit container, the one my mom used to put cookies in when she baked.

It was her favorite, and it reminded me of her, so much.

I smiled and hid my face from the street lamp that was shining in my face. I noticed a girl with waist-length cranberry red hair.




I smiled slightly, biting down on my bottom lip as she made her way over to me.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” She smiled down at me, as I shielded my face with my hood.

“I, I was in an accident.” I said, standing up.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She winced, and I smiled slightly.

“It’s ok.” I said, and before she could ask anything else, I was pushing through the crowd, clutching my guitar and ribs.

I was supposed to be in bed rest until Monday, which is when I started school again, but I felt useless only moving around when I needed the bathroom.


And I needed to sing, it’s my pain-reliever.


I walked all the way to my grandparents’ house, and when I reached there, I collapsed on the front porch. I was sitting in the swing chair at the front, resting my head on the back.

Before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep, clutching my guitar close to my chest.


3/30/09, Monday 9:00AM


“What’re you looking at Bieber?”

“You should’ve died with your mom.”

“Why are you still here freak?”

I tried my best to block them all out, looking down at my feet as I walked. I don’t want to go to school; I want to at least transfer.

Start fresh; forget everything that’s happened to me in the past.

I made my way towards my classroom, before someone’s shoulder bumped into me, sending me backwards

“Bieber look at me.” Ryan said, taking the neckline of my hoodie and pulling me upwards to meet his eyes.

“You stay far far away from Felicity. Do I make myself clear?” he spat in my face, his nostrils flaring in rage.

“Alright Ryan.” I whispered in defeat and he put me down.

My ribs ached and I tried my best to ignore the pain. Thankfully, the scar on the back of my neck was hidden by my longish hair, so no one can ask questions.

I spotted the familiar long cranberry-colored hair of Felicity but just walked right passed her, it’s for the better.

I don’t want to land myself in more trouble.


3/30/09, Monday 3:30PM


School was finally over and  I started to walk home. Luckily after the run-in on Ryan Butler, I was ignored the whole day.

I preferred that over being tortured.

I don’t know what I ever did you anyone; I really don’t deserve all this hate.


Yes you do, you’re useless Bieber.


God, that voice. I shook my head and walked over to the front door of my grandma’s house, opening the door that was always unlocked.

It’s dangerous, but this neighborhood was friendly and safe, and there was maybe one break in every five years.

I walked into the living room, kicking off my shoes and looking around for any sign of my grandma or grandpa.

“Hello?” I called out, but I got no response.

Grandma and grandpa were always home together, in retirement and happily resting.

It was unusual for them to be out, together.

Maybe they both went out for afternoon tea together.

I shrugged and walked upstairs, to my bedroom. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I was startled slightly, until I saw who it was from.




I shook my head and opened up the message, reading it.


To: Justin

From: FellyBelly


 I’m really sorry justin. But I don’t want to talk to you ever again. Its for your own safety.


I shook my head. Bullsh*t. she must’ve realized I'm a loser, just like everyone else who has ever turned on me in my life.

A tear slipped from my eye and I deleted her contact, which was the one of the only contacts in my list.

I tapped on one and waited for it to ring out.


Hey, you’ve reached Pattie’s phone. Sorry I can’t answer right now, but if you leave a message, I’ll get back to you. Bye.


And then the melodic laugh I miss so so much.


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...