9/11 Justin Bieber Fan Fanfiction


3. Chapter 2

Chapter 2 [9/11 Fan Fiction]

[September 11th, 2013]

My alarm clock went off multiple times before I had shut it off completely. I don’t want to go to school today. I’m not in the mood and there’s way too much on my mind. Everything from school, work, and the Olympic trials and mainly my dad is really affecting me. Today now marks twelve years since his death.

“Jessica! Get up! You need to get ready for school!” My mom shouted entering my room.

“Please don’t make me go. Not today.” I whined.

“Honey I know how you’re feeling but you can’t skip school today. C’mon, now get up and get ready.” She walked out closing the door behind her.

I sat up closing my Eyes. I had a dream about my dad last night. It was another dream out September 11th. The images were so vivid. I was so overwhelmed with everything. This past week I wasn’t able to focus on anything.





I sat in my desk in honors History as we watched multiple clips of 9/11. A blank expression on my face, this is exactly why I didn’t want to come to school today. My teachers have been talking about this all day as if I haven’t heard about it enough to last a life time.

“Jessica, can you tell us about your 9/11 experience?” Mr. Collins asked.

“No.” I hissed.

“Are you sure.” What the hell does he mean am I sure? Why would I want to talk about being trapped in a tower during a terrorist attack and my dad being killed because of it?

“No.” I repeated. This was the last thing I was willing to talk about. All I wanted to do right now was go home. Mr. Collins gave me an apologetic look before turning on another video. I can’t do this anymore.

(Justin’s Point of View)

I looked over at Jess who sat emotionless in her desk. She got up quickly walking out of class. Mr. Collins yelled for her to come back but she didn’t turn back. I sighed standing up and jogging after her.

“Jess wait.” I said catching up to her. She turned around looking me in the eyes. “Where are you going?” I hesitantly asked.

“Home.” Jessica looked down at her feet avoiding my gaze.

“Babe, you can’t leave-“she cut me short.

“No. Not today. I’m certainly not going to sit here in every class and have to watch another damn video about 9/11.” Her Green eyes fluttered with tears.

I pulled her into a hug. I knew she had a lot on her plate right now and this was just adding on too it.

“You know I’m always here for you, right?” I whispered.

“Yeah.”  Jessica’s voice shaky as she held back the tears.

“I’ll see you after school, okay?” I said cupping her face in my hands.

“Okay.” Jessica resisted my gaze. I wish I was able to take all her stress and pain away. It killed me too see the girl I love so broken.

“Baby, look at me.” Her eyes slowly trailing up to meet mine. “Everything is going to be okay. I’m here for you, your family and friends are too. We’re all here for you baby.” I reassured her, boring deeply into her vibrant green eyes.

“Thank you.” A small smile creeping across her face.

She has the most beautiful smile in the world.





“Hey mom.” I greeted monotonously.

“Hey, what are you doing home so early? You weren’t supposed to be home for another two hours.” Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“Um, I wasn’t feeling well.” My mom looked at me uncertainly but soon decided to just let it go.

“Alright. Well Kelsey should be here any minute.” She informed me.  Kelsey is my older sister; she’s twenty years old and a sophomore in collage at New York University. She’s coming home for the weekend because it’s the anniversary of my father’s death, and every year my entire family comes together and has a big dinner. We talk about all the good, funny memories of my dad. It’s odd to say but it’s kind of uplifting occasion just talking about all the good memories of him.

“Alright.” I went upstairs to my bedroom and dropped my bag on the floor. I grabbed my MacBook laptop of my desk, sitting on my bed opened it and got on twitter noticing that I was now up to One-Hundred-Fifty thousand followers. I was starting to become a very well know gymnast considering that I’m an Olympic hopeful but also won first place in the ‘Worlds Gymnastics Championship’ in Tokyo, Japan a few months ago. That was one of the biggest accomplishments of winning the world title. Yeah, I know that a lot to take in. But I have to strive to be the best if I want to make it on the Olympic team. And the reality is that only 5 of the best make it on the Women’s Gymnastics Team to go to London to compete this summer. I need to be one of those five girls; I want this more than anything. I would train 24/7 if I have too if that means me making my dream come true.





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