Mel (Melanie) was just an ordinary girl, nothing special about her except that she was absolutely beautiful and she didn't see it. All of her friends were totally obsessed with Justin Bieber. She thought he was cute and all but he wasn't such a big deal. Her friends invited her to Justin Bieber concert and she couldn't turn them down so she went. What happens next is surprising.


1. Chapter 1


Melanie's P.o.V

"Taylor stop!" I yelled why my best friend ran around the room with my hair straightener. "I need to straighten my hair, you hoe! I chased after her while we both laughed.


We had a sleepover last night, on a school night, thanks mom. But anyways, we had to go to school this morning and we were getting ready if you didn't know what was going on.


I decided to wear some dark jeans (which were a little faded) and a maroon sweater top. I added some accessories as well, the watch, the sunglasses, and the pretty little beige purse. I topped all that off with my low white converse.  

Taylor suddenly stopped, "Have I told you how cute you look yet?". What?! I looked at her funny. "What are you talking about?" I said. "You are just so perfect! You're long brown hair, oh my God!!".


Okay, she's crazy. I mean sure, I have long brown hair and I have no acne but I'm not special. I'm short, only 5'4, my eyes are bright blue, I'm muscular, and I have curves. I guess I see what she's saying, but there are a lot of people out there like that. "Thanks.." I mumbled and giggled a bit.


"But look at you!" I said. She has long red hair, cute little freckles, and she isn't as pale as most red heads. Shes so cute! "Awe, thanks girl" she said laughing.


I have no idea why we just started this complementing situation, but it builds confidence I guess. I laughed to myself. 


"Yo, we have to go or we'll be late." I said grabbing my keys off the table. "Ahh, finally senior year." She added while we walked out the door. "It's been senior year for about a month now kid." I always call her kid since she was a year younger than me. I'm 19 and she's 18.


I've always been the oldest I'm my grade ever since I had that stupid stomach surgery, I got held back. "I'm not a kid! And I know I just love it." She said with cutesy smile. I laughed at her while we got in my little black Honda and drove off the school.


So sorry this was so short guys, I just totally started writing this without any idea what I was going to write about I guess.

So, i'm having a little writers block you could say.

It would be great if you guys could help me out and give me suggestions and ideas on what to write next. OKay!! Love ya'll!



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