It was the morning of my fifteenth birthday. August 31. It was hot, as usual. I dragged myself out of bed and went downstairs. While walking down the stairs of my house, I started to hear music.

"I'mma tell you one time.." I heard. I smiled and ran down the two steps I had left.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" my house screamed. Made up of my sister and parents. My sister is a senior in high school, learning Media Technology. Both of my parents are doctors. My sister being a genius in design, she made a banner that said "Happy Birthday Alyssa!" with pictures of Justin Bieber around it and in the background. I loved him. My sister and mom had Justin Bieber shirts on, matching. My dad had a cake with his face on it. Wow.

"Wow." I said to them.

"This isn't even all of it." my sister Amy said.

"Really?"

"Really." she smiled as she pulled out the gift bag. One. I walked over to her.

"One?"

"You'll know why in a minute." she smiled. I pulled out a Justin Bieber shirt, just like theirs.

"Thanks." I mumbled. Wow, a shirt. Even though I was enjoying it. Amy rolled her eyes at me.

Next I felt an envelope. Oh brother, a card. I took the chance and opened it. No card. But I felt something. When I saw what it was, I smiled and screamed with all my might.

"OH MY GOD NO WAY? VIP JUSTIN TICKETS? I LOVE YOU!" I yelled. My dad laughed, as did my mom.

"Your mom and I will be in the casino, so you might need this." He pulled out an iPhone.

"NO WAY!" I yelled.

"Why are you yelling?" Amy said.

"Because this is amazing!" I said to her.

"Good. This concert is gonna be amazing! We get a picture with Justin and talking time." she smiled as she nudged me. I turned red. I could feel it.

"Amy, don't go there." my dad mumbled. I giggled.

"Besides, nothing is going to happen." I said as I went upstairs. Amy followed.

"Yes, something is going to happen." she said.

"No, its not."

"Fine, think what you want." she said as she came over to do my hair. If I let her do what she wants, she'll leave me alone.

"I can't believe we're here." I said. We where in line, all the way in the back might I add, to meet Justin Bieber. Well, we where outside trying to get in so we could meet him.

"Okay Alyssa, hold on." Amy said as she took my by the arm and pulled us through the crowd.

"Amy, hold up! Slow down! I'm gonna drop my new iPhone!" I shouted.

"We're in!" she said as she shoved me through a door that she thought was the right one.

"Justin to fan lounge." a speaker said.

"Hey you girls!" someone said. We only saw two security guards coming our way.

"Amy are you sure this is the right way in?"

"Better to get in trouble coming in then getting stuck out there and NEVER being able to meet Justin."

"Thanks to you we're probably not gonna! And I said this was the best birthday ever when I got these VIP necklaces."

"You're the girls meeting Justin?" one asked.

"Yeah…." Amy mumbled, showing her license.

"Okay." The two guards moved to the side, and there he was.

"Oh shit." we both mumbled softly.