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?


13. XIII

4/7/09, Tuesday 1:05AM


Justin’s POV


I stood near in the cold, pulling my jacket closer to my body every time it came close of my grip.

Sobs were escaping my lips continuously, and rapid tears fell down my face. I hit my face in my hands, unable to read what was one the tombstone in front of me, even if I had read over it thousands of times.







They were the last ones left, the last ones that really mattered in my life.


My dad left me.

My mom left me.

My grandparents left me.

Felicity left me…


I shook my head in rage as a hand was placed on my shoulder. My head whipped around to face Ms. Duncan, the social worker that was sent out to pick me up.

“We have to leave to Atlanta now.” She whispered to me, as I nodded my head in sorrow.

I wiped my tears with the backs of my hands and sniffled.


My grandparents were killed in a car accident.

That afternoon I came home from school a little over a week ago, was the day they were driving home from grocery shopping and a car slammed into their side, making them jolt against my grandma’s side.

It was told that my grandma died from shock and severe blood-loss and my pop died from the massive impact, almost instantly.


I was being transported to Atlanta, to a foster home for a week, until they see what to do with me permanently.

The temptation of wanting to join my family up in heaven was tempting, but I stopped myself from taking the overdose.

I was going to make myself a better person, and overcome all the problems and several losses in my life.


My hands shook as I looked at the starry night through the window, on the long one and half hour drive to Toronto airport.


Felicity’s POV


I sighed as I tapped down on his name again, shaking my leg in anticipation.

It was just one o’clock in the morning and I had school tomorrow, but I couldn’t help but worry about Justin.

He hasn’t been at school in a week, after the day I told him I never wanted to talk to him again.

I felt so bad for everything I’ve done to him, the ignoring the hate.

I hated myself for leaving him alone once again.

Rumor was, he was leaving to go to Atlanta tonight, but I couldn’t believe that.

Why would his grandparents take him to Atlanta?

I shook my head in rage as a tear rolled down my cheek in sadness and worry. I felt physically sick worrying about Justin’s well-being.

What is he went over the edge and started physically hurting himself?

I lay my phone on my dressing table after the thirtieth try and lay back on pillow, tears trickling down my cheeks.


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4/7/09, Tuesday 10:29AM


Justin’s POV


“Justin, this is Rosé and Kirk, your new foster parents.” Ms. Duncan introduced me to a pair of quirking looking people.

They had wide smiles on their face and they were both wearing some piece of clothing that was bright orange.

“Hello Justin.” The lady who I had presumed was called rosé stuck out her hand, and I stuck mine out to shake hers.

“We’re honored to have you Justin.” Kirk smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder and showing me through the door to my new home.

My mouth opened in awe, looking at the inside. Sure, I’ve seen two-story houses, but all my life I’d lived in a council home, in some dodgy neighborhood.

The kitchen was huge and there was an upstairs, believe it or not. They showed me upstairs and my mouth was still hung open.

“You might catch flies son.” Kirk chuckled, as I shut my mouth.

A small smiled spread across my face as they showed me a medium sized bedroom, with a queen-size bed with blue striped sheets in the middle.

I placed my backpack on the floor and walked over to the bed and sat down, the first real smile on my face in a month.

“Thank you all, so much.” I said, bouncing on my bed.

Rosé had teary eyes and Kirk wrapped his arms around her pulling her into him.

“I’m glad you like it Justin, have a rest. If you need anything, call me up here.” She said, sending me a wink before walking out of my new bedroom with her arm around Kirk’s waist.

I smiled before settling into bed, pulling the warm thick covering over me and spreading my arms and legs out.

Things are already getting better.




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