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!


2. What?!


A/N: FYI Justin in this book is famous and he's 24 years old, but just think of him like he is now, which is that he is famous, good looking, same songs, and has a ton of belieber's.



Izzy's POV


The police drove me home.


Izzy: thanks.

Police: welcome and foster care taker will be here in a hour.

Izzy: wait what?!


He drove off. foster care taker? What the fuck? My life already sucks.


I went inside my house. My lonely, empty, lifeless house. I'm so used to saying "I'm home!" and my dad would say "Okay Bella boo, dinner will be ready soon!"


I wish my dad was here to call me all the annoying names I hated. I miss him so much.


I went up to his room. I felt the bed where he slept, I went into his closet. I found my favorite shirt that I would where to be as a kid and put it on. It's huge on me but I love it.


I went over to the bed side that my dad would lay on and laid there. I sniffed in his shirt it still smells like his cologne. While I was sniffing the shirt I started crying and I just let it out. I can't help but to cry. My dad was the only thing I had and now he's gone.


Izzy: Daddy!

I whimpered.


I cried myself to sleep.



* * *


Women: uhh hello, honey, Isabella? Wake up.


I was being shaken awake by a women that I don't recognize.


Izzy: who are you?

Women: I'm Nancy Prest. I'm the one who finds you a home ad I look through stuff of your fathers, that indicates where he wants you to live.

Izzy: oh.


she held out her hand and i shook it. This is weird, cause this lady just walks in my house and wants me to move in with some rerated family.


Izzy: How did-

Nancy: how did I get in? Well first I knocked on your door for about 10 minutes. Then I opened your front door and came up here to see that you were sleeping.

Izzy: That gives you no right to come in my house!

Nancy: actually it does.


She held out a piece of paper that said that she was now my foster care taker and that she had all rights to know what and where I am. Until she find where I go.


I huffed.


* * *



We discussed about things and I told her stuff I couldn't tell my dad. After we talked a like her a lot better then I did when I first met her.


Nancy: okay sweetie, tomorrow you need to cut school and I will be back her sometime in the morning.

Izzy: okay.


I'm not really happy miss school but at the same time I am.


Nancy: okay, well bye sweetie!


She came and gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead.


Izzy: bye miss Prest.

Nancy: oh please call me Nancy.

Izzy: bye Nancy.


Then she went to the door and walked out of my house.


I sighed and then my tummy grumbled of hungriness. I walked into the kitchen and heated up some chicken noodle soup. That was my dads favorite.


I ate all the chicken and noodles, then left the broth for last. I slurped down the broth. My dad didn't do that, I actually do that, my dad hated when I did that.


* * *


I went up stairs to my room. I couldn't take anymore of my dad being gone. When I walked into my room I put on some PJ pants and kept my dads shirt on.


I watched tv for a while and then fell asleep.


* * *


When I woke up I looked at the clock. It was 6:45 am. This is usually what time my dad would tell me to get up. But today I don't have to. I can't tell you how much I wish I could hear my dad's voice yelling "Bella, The bus will be here in 15 minutes!"


I rubbed my eyes and smiled at the thought. I teared up a little but I sucked it up and didn't cry.


I closed my eyes and tried to fall back asleep. I tossed and turned, I cant go back to sleep. I heard the bus then I heard it drive off. It must be 7:00.


I'm not going to look at the clock. Because I wont be able to go back to sleep if I look at it.


I finally fell asleep. But then I figured out that I was asleep and woke back up. UUGGHH!!


I looked at the clock. Its 8:49 am. Weird it was just 7:00?


Izzy: whatever.


I got up and stretched my arms as far as they could reach. Then I got up from my bed. I smelled myself..... I smell like shit!

I went to the bathroom and stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower.


The warm water in my hair and on my body, is one of the best things that has happened to me since yesterday.


When I was done taking my 30 minute shower, (I cried half the time) I rapped the towel around myself.


Then I walked into my closet full of oversized stuff, skinny jeans and short. I really need to change my style.


I grabbed a oversized pink hoody, and put on some comfy jeggings.


I ran down my stairs, and at the 7th to bottom stair I jumped.


Izzy: YESSS..... new recorded!


It wasn't the same without my dad. He would usually come in here and tell me not to do that because I could break my foot. I never liked to listen to him from the start.



I walked into the kitchen, the toaster is still sitting were I left it. I grabbed some toast and put it in the toaster. This time I let it burn, its weird but that's how my dad liked it, he would always say "that's the best way to have it."


I took the toast out with some tongs, because I didn't want to burn my fingers. Yep the toast was black and burnt, that's for sure.


I put some butter on it and sat down at the table and began to eat it.


"crunch, crunch"


Humm, not that bad.


I took another bite then another.


Nancy: oh honey.


I jumped out of my seat and one of my pieces of toast fell on the floor.


Izzy: we have a doorbell, don't you know that?

Nancy: yes I know.

Izzy: well use it that's why its there.

Nancy: well I know how to use a doorbell, but you certainly do not know how to use a toaster.


she looked at the burnt piece of toast I was holding. I dropped the toast on a napkin.


Izzy: well that's how I like it.

Nancy: oh, well,.... umm okay?


It was silent for a split second until Nancy began to talk again.


Nancy: well shall we get started?

Izzy: sure.


She came and sat down at the table with me. I pushed the toast to the side. Then she set her brief case on the table and opened it up.


She pulled out a few files and paper work that I hope I don't have to read. She opened up one of the files.

her face turned a little shocked. It looked like she kept reading the same thing over and over again.


Izzy: What?


She looked up at me.


Nancy: umm? did your dad ever mention who your god father is?

Izzy: no, why?

Nancy: uh oh.


She had a worried look on her face. Now I'm starting to get worried, I hope its not my uncle Jim, he always looks like he's going to rape me.


Izzy: tell me.


I'm a little uncertain if I want to know how he is.


Nancy: It says here that your God father is.........

Izzy: who?!


she sighed.


Nancy: Justin Bieber.

Izzy: WHAT!!!???



When I hear the name Justin or Bieber I just want to apologize to all the gay people. Because Bieber is the real fucked up gay guy!







A/N: oooooooo sooo what do you think? please comment, like, fav fan and follow me on instagram! its: biebersbf. Thx!






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