9/11 Justin Bieber Fan Fanfiction


2. Chapter 1


[9/11  Fan Fiction chapter 1] 
[September 10th, 2013]

I was in the middle of class drowning in my thoughts. Tomorrow will mark the 12th anniversary of my fathers death. This time of year is always hard for me, but something about this time around just seemed unbearable. I closed my eyes the memories of being trapped in the north tower of the World Trade Center along side my dad. I remember the loud bang of the plane crashing into the building. The cries of the people who were hurt and dying. Everything was so fresh in my mind as if it had just happen yesterday. 

The bell rang, I jumped startled but mentally thanking God that it was the end of the day and I could go home I couldn't bare being here any longer. Walking down the crowed hall, I encountered my boyfriend Justin. I smiled at him, every time I see him I can't help but to smile. "Hey Jess." He kissed me softly on the lips. Most of my family and friends call me Jess. It's a nick name that obviously just stuck. I'd rather people call me Jess I
Than Jessica. 

"Do you have gymnastics practice today?" He asked. "Yeah." I've been extremely busy lately and Justin and I haven't been able to spend as much time together as we usually do. "How have you been? You've been pretty distant from everyone lately. Well I know with your dad-" he cut himself short looking down at his feet, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, knowing that was a very touchy subject for me. "I'm sorry." 

"It's fine" I reassured him. "Are you okay though?" Justin's hazel eyes meeting mine. "Yeah, I  will be." Or at least I hoped so. I was just missing my dad a lot. A sigh escaped my lips. I just wanted to get the hell out of here and go to the gym. Luckily I get out of school early everyday at 12:30 because I have most of my credits for so I only have to take 3 classes. And me leaving school early everyday means more time for practice. He took my hands in his.

"Baby, you know I'm alway here for you, right? I'm always here if you need to talk." He whispered in a sincere tone. That's one of the many things I love about Justin he's always there for me. "I know. Thank you." I smiled. "There's that beautiful smile I've been waiting to see all day." He pointed out adoringly. His complement made me blush earning a chuckle from him. He always complemented me, always. But what girl doesn't like getting complements every once an a while. Exactly, so I'm not complaining. 

"Well I know you've got to get to practice and I don't want to be the reason you late so I'll talk to you later." His thumb caressed my cheek. A smile forming against my lips again. "Okay, I'll call you later." 

Justin nodded in approval. I resisted the urge to tell him that I love him because if I did I feel like it would change everything.



I got into my and pulled out of the parking lot of my school. My mom wanted me to pick up my little sister from school early. Eventually I got to her middle school. She sat on the steps with her chin resting on her fist. She noticed me and walked toward the car before getting in. "Hey" Hailey said lowly. Her face saddened as she peered out the window. "What's wrong?" Concern coating my words. "Nothing, I'm fine." 

I knew there was something she wasn't telling me. She's been distant from everyone the past few days. "Well if you want to talk about it, I'm here okay?" I looked at her quickly before turning my eyes back to the road. "Okay."

The rest of the car ride home was silent. I pulled into the drive way to our house. I opened the front door and walked in. "Mom?" I called out. "I'm in the living room!" I walked dome the hall and saw her sitting on the couch watching the TV show 'Scandal' she's legit addicted to that show. It's ridiculous.

"Hey mom, how was your day?" I asked in a sweet tone. "It was good honey and yours?" She looked away from the television her eyes met mine. "Could've been better but I'm going to go get ready for practice."I turned on the heels of my converse tennis shoes. I felt my mothers delicate hand wrap around my wrist I stopped and turned around looking at her. "Jessica, I know you haven't had the smoothest past couple of days, you know because of your father being gone..." She trailed off at the memory. I remember my mom crying for weeks non stop after she found out my dad-her husband was killed in 9/11. "Jess I know it's been hard but we're going to get through it. I'm always here if you want to talk about anything." 

"Thank you mom, I love you." I leaned down to where she sat on the couch and hugged her. "I love you too sweetheart. Now go get ready for practice I don't want you to be late." Her eyes returning back to the tv screen. 

I went upstairs to my room. I went in my dresser and grabbed a Leo (leotard). I quickly changed into it and pulled a pair of sweats over it. I grabbed my phone and threw my gym bag over my shoulder. 

I walked down the hall to Hailey's room opening the door slightly. "I'm leaving, I'll see you later okay?" She nodded a sad look drowning her eyes. 


"C'mon Jess!" My coaches heavy Russian accent rang through my ears. My coach was Béla Károlyi. He's been my coach for about 10 years now. He's coached some of the worlds greatest gymnast such as Dominique Moceanu, Mary Lou Retton, Nadia Comăneci and so many more. And I'm so grateful that he's coaching me. "You haven't landed not one yurchenko today. And this is a skill you've done perfectly a million times." 

I was practicing on vault right now. I wasn't practicing well at all today. My mind mind was preoccupied and I couldn't focus. I couldn't stop thinking about my dad. Memories flashing threw my mind again. The loud bang of he plane hitting the World Trade Center. The entire building shaking. My fathers agonizing cries for help as we laid on floor trapped on the 52nd floor of the World Trade Center. 

"Jessica, you need to clear everything in your mind. I know how bad you want this if you want to be one of the 5 girls that make it on the Olympic team you need to do this." Károlyi Informed me crouching down to where I sat in the mat with my head placed in my hands, completely frustrated. I have the biggest competition of my life in two weeks. The Olympic trials. That competition determines if I get to live my biggest dream or not. I can't let something I worked my whole life for slip through my fingers. I can't fail.


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