First, let me say that I am no one special at all. I'm just your average freshman girl in high school. I'm not popular, I'm not athletic, I'm not talented, and I'm not even pretty. I'm regular. I'm not "geeky" but I'm not stupid. I don't stand out and I don't blend in. I'm me. That's it. Nothing too much, nothing too little. Just me.

"Girls, time to wake up," my mom said as she came into my room.

In the middle of the night, my little five year old sister, Norah, came into my room because she had a bad dream. I let her sleep in my bed because I was way too tired to get up and tuck her in.

"Norah," I sang, "rise and shine sleeping beauty! Time to go to pre-school."

"Kaaaate!" she whined, "I don't wanna get up!"

"I know," I said, "Me neither, but we have to. C'mon, I'll help you get ready today."

As I dragged Norah into her room and got her dressed, she told me all about how there were monsters under her bed last night and that they were going to get her if she didn't get help. She said that she didn't want to go to moms room because mom has been complaining about how tired she is and how much her back hurts lately. I nodded and agreed with Norah, listening to her made up story. When I was done helping her get ready, I raced her back to my room.

Norah sat on my bed as I pulled out clothes and showed them to her. She liked to "help" me pick out my clothes in the morning. Even though she never really did much, just picking between two outfits that had already been put together, she thought that she was doing a very important job.

Today, Norah had picked out a short jean skirt with leggings under it, a loose white t shirt paired with a cute pink cardigan, topped off with the key necklace that she gave me for my birthday last year. It was a really cute outfit.

When Norah and I were finished getting ready upstairs, we ran downstairs to the kitchen for some breakfast. Mom had made us pop tarts really fast, and then we were out the door.

I said good bye to my mom and little sister as they got in the car and drove away. I shoved my headphones in my ears as I walked down the familiar road to the bus stop.

When I arrived at the bus stop, I noticed one more kid there than usual. I didn't really think much of it though, since I couldn't even see his face. He had his sunglasses on, a scarf up to his nose, a hat on, and his hood up. I gave him a weird look and turned to my best friend Debbie.

"What's with the new kid?" I whispered to her.

"I have noooo idea! It's not even that cold out! Maybe he's a jermaphobic." she guessed.

By the time that second period rolled around, everyone was buzzing about the new kid. I heard people talking about him in the hallways, but never heard a name. And I didn't want to ask because I wasn't really friends with the gossipers.

At lunch time, I went straight to our regular table. Debbie and I were usually the only ones who sat there, sometimes other people would join us, but today, we were alone.

When the lunch lady called our table up, I went to get hot lunch. After I got my lunch, I was carrying it back to my seat, looking at the ground and thinking, when someone bumped into me, causing me to spill my whole lunch all over the two over us. Before I looked up to see who it was that was covered in my lunch, I prayed to God that it wasn't a senior.

As I looked up, my mouth fell.

"Please, please don't scream or ask for an autograph." he begged.

"I, I, I," I stammered.

He laughed.

"Hi, you probably already know this, but I'm Justin. And you are?" he asked.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry!" I told Justin.

"I meant your name. What's your name?" he said with a chuckle.

"Oh," I said as my checks turned flush, "I'm Kate."

"Ohh, wait! I know you! You're the girl from the bus stop that gave me a weird look!" he said with a smile as he helped me up.

"Umm, that was you!?" I asked in embarrassment. "Well I guess now I know why you were well hidden." I stated.

"Yeah," Justin said, "I wanna try and be a normal high school boy for as long as I can until the paparazzi find me. But it's kinda hard when all the girls in this school keep coming up to me in the middle of class and asking for autographs and pictures," he told me.

"Believe me," I said, "it's not that great to be so normal. I would know."

"Yeah? Well maybe you can help me be more normal. Wanna hang out sometime? No paparazzi, no cameras, no screaming fans, just us. I promise." he asked.

"Sure," I told Justin, "I'd like that." I said smiling, as we both walked off to the bathrooms to clean up a little. I couldn't believe it. I was going to hang out with Justin Bieber!