**Disclaimer: I do not own Justin Bieber, obviously. Or any other real places, people, or songs. But I do own Savannah, and all other fictional people in this story :).**
A Fresh Start...Or not.
CHAPTER 4
***SAVANNAH'S P.O.V.***
I felt bad for the poor guy. As soon as he stepped out of that limo girls were leaping at him from all directions. If it wasn't for the police men who made barriers between Justin and the crazed fans, I think the little Bieber would have been trampled to death before he even made it into the front doors. I rolled my eyes at how obsessive teenage girls are these day when I noticed some one was missing.
"Ty, where did Brenda go?" I ask frantically searching for her. He stifled a laugh and I follow his gaze to find Brenda mixed into the crowd of crazy first bell rings and I groan, looking down at my schedule. "What's your homeroom?" I ask him.
"Umm, room 213. Yours?"
"Same. Let's walk together." I say linking arms with him. He smiles and we walk off to homeroom together.
**TEN MINUTES LATER**
"Ty Smithson?" Mrs. Johnson calls out his name, taking roll. This lady is ANCIENT. Her hair is as white as snow and it takes her FOREVER to walk, or talk, or pretty much do anything.
"Here." he replies and she scratches his name off of the attendance sheet.
"Savannah Taylor?" she calls out my name next.
"Here." I say without emotion, and she slowly check my name off of her attendance sheet. God, this is going to take forever. I close my eyes and let my mind go blank. About ten more minutes go by until she is finally done calling roll. My eyes snap open as Principal Hartford's voice crackles out over the P.A. System.
"Attention all teachers and students, you must report down to the auditorium in exactly five minutes, for an assembly. All students and staff members must be present. Thank you and as always go beavers!" The beaver is our school's mascot and Principal Hartford always says go beavers to end every P.A. Announcement.
"Okay class you heard the man. Let's get moving." Mrs. Johnson said slowly, making her way to the classroom door.
**FIVE MINUTES LATER**
The last of the students had finally taken their seats in our small auditorium. Our student body wasn't that a big, with a grand total of about 800 students. I was sitting in between Brenda and Ty and they were conversing about the new video game that Ty had pre-ordered. I ignored there pointless chatter and sat quietly in my seat. Principle Hartford walked onto the stage and up to the podium.
"Now students," He spoke into the microphone "as you probably already know we have a special new student here this year. Justin why don't you come join me on stage?" Some girls began to scream but Principal Hartford hushed them quickly. Justin jogged up to the podium from backstage. He was wearing a white v-nech tee and black skinny jeans, with red converse. Okay I'll admit I'm not particularly a fan of his, but he was kind of adorable. Justin waved and flicked his hair. Some girls sighed, but I on the other hand rolled my eyes.
"Now students," Principal Hartford began again, "what happened this morning with Justin was unexceptable, and will not under any circumstances happen again. That means no autographs, pictures, or mobs while on school grounds. Justin is to be treated like any other student regardless of his obvious fame. And if he is not, then suspension will be punishment." He looked over at Justin and spoke again. "I hope you find your year here pleasant Mr. Bieber." Then he looked at us, "You are now dismissed and should report to your first period classes." Everyone moaned and filed out of the auditorium and into the hallway, making their way to first period.