God daughter

Isabella Parker, (doesn't like to be called Bella) has a hard life. She only has one parent (her dad), has an average grade of a C and doesn't have any close friends. She's not bullied by one person, she's bullied by the whole school. What happens when the worst thing possible happens? What happens when her life totally switches gears. Will things work out or will crash and burn? Will she survive this change or will she run away? Read it to find out......... This IS a Justin Bieber fan fic!


16. School

Isabella's POV



*rolls off couch*


*hits elbow*




*realizes that she has to go to school today*


"Fuck." I whispered as I looked at the time on my phone. 6:23 am. School starts at 7:00. Why the fuck does it start so early. uuuuuggghhhh.


I sighed and got up off the ground. I looked in the mirror and undid the messy bun that was in my hair last nigh and redid it.


I opened up my door and walked out with sponge bob shorts on and a tank top. (those were just my pjs)


I knocked on Justin's door to wake him up. He's my ride to school. 10 seconds later the door opened and he didn't have his shirt on. I stared at him while he rubbed his eye's.


"I'm up." he said in his morning voice.


I nodded my head and went back into my room. I'm not even going to think about taking a shower, I'll just fall asleep in there.


I pulled out light denim skinny jeans and a white sweat shirt. I put on a shade of bronzer and some mascara. I sprayed some 'Someday' on me. What? I found it yesterday and I thought it smelled good. 


I walked out of my bedroom with my book bag in my hand. I walked down the steps and jumped from the 6th step. Then I walked into the kitchen and found Justin cooking with his shirt on. He was singing and then all of the sudden he started to dance.


I started to laugh. "Go Justin, go, go, go Justin!" I teased. He turned to me with shock in his eyes. Then he smiled.


"Well thank you." he said and then bowed. I walked into the kitchen and sat down in the island.


"What's for today?" I asked.


"Pancakes." he said and then turned around with pancakes on a plate.


"OOOO, gemeee." He handed my the plate and I put on the butter and syrup. I took a bit off the fluffy pancakes.


"Yum." I said after I swallowed. He smiled.


I looked at the time and it read 6:35. I sighed. Justin looked at the clock too.


"We have to be there in 10 minutes so you can get your schedule."

"Great." I said sarcastically.


I ate most of the pancakes and then threw the rest away. Me and Justin headed out to his Ferrari. Of course.

He drove me to my school and it is now 6:48. I grabbed my bag and looked at Justin.


"It's okay, just ignore the haters." What he said help a lot, but it's hard not to not listen to what their saying.


I noodled my head and got out of the car.


"Oooooo." I could hear people in the background oooing me. They were guys. I kept walking.

When I got inside the school I went to the office and they had my schedule there for me. I grabbed it and stuffed it in my bag, then headed down to my locker that they showed me yesterday.


"Shit." I banged my head against the locker. I can't get it open.

"Need help?" I herd someone ask from behind, I turned around carefully. He was gorgeous, ice blue eyes, blond hair, built. He is perfect.

I looked around to see if he was actually talking to me.

"M-me?" I stuttered. Shoot! Way to go Isabella.

"Yeah you." He chuckled, show casing his beautiful white teeth.

"Oh, I just can't get this open." I said pointing to my locker.

"Well yeah, you have the bad luck locker. Did you know a year ago to freshmans had sex in there?" He pointed at my locker and I gave him wide eyes and looked at my locker. I looked back at him in disbelief.

"I'm kidding." He laughed and bugged me a little to loosen up. I smiled.

"Here." He grabbed my combo and opened it up on the first try.

"Thanks." I said as I put away some of my books.

"No need to say thanks.... I didn't catch your name." He said leaning up against the locker next to mine.

"Isabella." I said.

"Ahh, Bella." He said nodding his head. I shot a glare at him but he didn't notice, remember I hate being called 'Bella'. God.

"Got to go." I said walking away with my head down.

"K, see you around." He said as I walked away.


My first class is English, great. I walked to the English class rooms and found Mrs. Tomas's class. The bell rang right as I entered the class. All eyes were on me.


"Just take your seat." Mrs. Tomas's, I think, said to me. I walked to the back of the class and took the last seat.

"Bad ass." I heard someone whisper. I looked up and people were still staring. Mrs, Tomas's didn't even notice she was on her computer.

"Hey." I heard someone whisper but I ignored it. "Hey. *whistles*." The whispered again and tapped my shoulder. I looked over. It was a girl. If I was a guy I would think she's okay looking. She's a little plump around the waist but that's what I used to look like.

"I'm Cassidy." She held out her hand and smiled. Showing the little gap in-between her two front teeth. I shook her hand. Then I turned back to my desk.


"Can I give you some advice?" I looked at her.

"Umm, okay." I said nervously, I don't know what she's going to say and I don't know is it's going to be nice.

"You know that guy you were talking to?" I nodded my head.

"Yeah? Well stay away from him." She said not saying anything more the whole class hour.


Stay away from him? He seems nice, I mean after I get him to stop calling me Bella then he seems nice.


I was walking through the halls to my next hour.


"Hey, new girl! No need to wear rags the first day of school." I could hear people start laughing. I kept walking faster.


"Hey look it's Mrs. Bieber." I heard girls say as I walked by. Just keep going Isabella.

"Why don't you run it's better exercise for you fat body!" People yelled. Don't let a tear out Isabella, your better then them...... What am I kidding, there all better then me. Skinny, pretty, rich, probably have their parents. They all are better.


I ran into the bathroom and locked my self in a stall. I still have 2 minutes to get to my 2 hour class, but I want to skip so badly.


"No Isabella," I whispered to myself. "Don't let them win."


I opened the stall, fixed my makeup and walked back out like nothing my happened.


The next hours were a blur, I didn't even pay attention to what the teachers were saying. But next hour is Lunch and I can't imagine how this is going to go......




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