Hey guys, this is my new story. It is a Justin Bieber story even though I do not like him. No offense people who like him. But I hope you like it! :) Oh, and thanks ChuckJTaylor for the name ideas and advice. Your awesome!! But for you, I am using one of your favorite names. And your hair and eye color.

****Before Justin Was Famous****

I sat at my computer desk in my bedroom. My laptop was being slow as usual but somehow I had managed to update my story. I had over 70 reviews and it was only three chapters long. Well, now it was four but whatever. I shut my laptop off and closed it. I was supposed to be getting a new one, but that was months ago. My family isn't poor, but we're not rich. My mom is a newspaper editor and my dad worked at a shipping company that paid well. I mean, I have an iPod Touch and a decent laptop but right now, money was for food and bills. I looked at my alarm clock. 6:41 A.M. I always wake up early and I always do the same thing. Update one of my stories. I was a writer. A poet. And I knew it.

I had been reading since kindergarten and writing since 1rst Grade. I remember because one day when our first grade teacher read us a book that I really liked, I wanted to continue it. So I did, and I have been writing ever since. Poems, stories, anything really. I also loved to sing. I knew I wasn't good. No one ever told me this but I could tell by the look on their face and in their eyes. I was pretty sure that they were in shock because of how bad my voice sounded. I could dance, so I was told, I was forced on to the cheerleading squad. I mean literally forced. All of the popular, annoying girls told me that I was really good because I had to dance for something we did in drama. So their coach and my coach now, Mrs. Vak, told my parents and they made me.

I stood up and pushed my chair in. I walked over to my dresser and looked in the mirror. I wasn't pretty in my opinion. I had chin-length brown, thick, and wavy/ curly brown hair. I hated it. My eyes are green with an outer rim of a dark blue. My body was tall and slender. I was skinny and pale. It was actually kind of a tan pale. I'm not sure but I was never comfortable with my body. I hated my nose and my lips were full and dry.

I walked over to my closet and pulled out my Hi- Top Black Chucks and a pair of dark skinny jeans. I loved my Converse. And my skinny jeans. I went back over to my dresser and pulled out a flare shirt that was like a dark black and see through along with my purple and black scarf and a purple cami. I slipped on my skinny jeans after pulling my pajama pants off along with my favorite purple pajama shirt.

I pulled the cami over my head along with the flare shirt. I took the scarf and wrapped it around my neck. Then finally, I pulled on my chucks. I grabbed my cell phone and iPod along with my shoulder bag that I considered my bookbag and walked out my door shutting the light off as I left.

After that, I went straight to the bathroom to do my hair. I quickly sat down my bag and parted my hair 3/4 one way so it looked like my bangs. I kept the pieces down that looked like my bangs and put it into a half ponytail. I grabbed a black skinny hairband and put it in. I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs into the kitchen. I opened the cereal cupboard and grabbed a pack of chocolate chip Pop-Tarts.

I ate quickly and ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth. After that, I ran back downstairs and out the door. My walk to school was short considering I could run fast or so I was told. I felt my pocket vibrating when I reached the school. I grabbed it. It was a text from my BFF, Aliya. Hey, where are you?

I quickly texted back. Coming, where are you?

A second later, she texted back. Homeroom

'Kay I responded.

I walked into homeroom and went straight over to my desk which was beside Aliya's. "Hey."

"Hey, I have got to show something."

" 'Kay" She grabbed on to my arm tightly and dragged me to our locker in the hallway. She opened it quickly and grabbed out her binder. She quickly opened it and turned it to the back. I laughed at what I saw. Another picture of her boyfriend, Drew. "Wow, girl."

"Yes, I know he's hot." She put a hand on her chest, trying to be dramatic. We both laughed and I scooted her over so I could put my stuff in there. "We're only in 8th grade...So you can't exactly go on dates yet? Nope. Didn't think so."

"No, but how's your story going?" She asked as I grabbed my stuff for Science.

"Good, I updated again today."

"Gosh, girl, you wake up too early."

"Yes, but at least I don't sleep in until noon."

"I, but I.." She stuttered. "Yea.."

"Listen, I have cheerleading practice after school so do you want to come over afterwards."

"Sure, why not." She smiled. "I can't believe your parents made you be a cheerleader."

"I know." We always agreed on things like this. I don't like to stereotype people but at our school, the cheerleaders were brats. Stuck up, snotty, brats. And that's when the bell rang and I walked into homeroom for another day of torcher.


So, what did you think? Please, please, please review! Please! When I update again, it'll be JB's POV. Remember, Justin isn't quite famous yet. Go to my profile for outfit.