Thread: The Story of A Justin Bieber Fan

The Story of a Justin Bieber Fan

Chapter One

My name is Everleigh Grace. I am 16 years young, and the biggest Justin Bieber fan you will ever meet. Some of you may hate or just not even like him, but I do, and nobody can tell me otherwise. I love life and I'm a go-with-the-flow type of person. I have dark, brown hair, and dark, brown eyes. I'm 5'3 and sort of thin. This is my story. The story of a fan with a dream.
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I flipped open my video recorder. "Everleigh, are you really going to send this video to Ryan Seacrest for the Justin Bieber contest?" My best friend asked. My best friend is Anna. She's totally awesome, and loves Justin Bieber. "Of course, you know I enter every contest." I answered. I grabbed my older sister, and told her to video us. My sister's name is Kinsley, and she hates Justin. (Just because I love him.) "I can't believe you're doing this. You should just give up." Kinsley commented. "Just video us." I demanded. She sighed and said, "Ready, Set, Action!"

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Chapter Two
Everleigh's POV

Today was the day that Ryan Seacrest would call the winner. I was so excited. In the car on the way home I made my mom turn the radio up. "Honey, I think you're getting your hopes up." Mom warned. "No, I'm not. I'm just excited." I corrected. I blocked mom's lecture out, and listened to Ryan on the radio, "Justin has watched a ton of fan videos; and has picked his favorite. I'm dialing the winners phone number, so be ready to grab your phone!" Mom turned off the radio. I wanted to scream. Please, be me. Please, be me. My phone rang. It's really happening! I answered the phone with a "Hello?!" "Is this Everleigh Grace?" Ryan asked. "YES!" I shrieked. "I have some news for you..." He trailed off. I was silent. "You're going to L.A. for a weekend, and on a date with Justin Bieber!" He exclaimed. "O MY BIEBER!" I screamed. My mom started freaking out in the front seat. "You won!?" She squealed. "I WON!" I screamed. "Justin has a message for you that he pre-recorded. I'm going to play it." Ryan said. I listened on the phone. "Hey, Everleigh. Justin here. I want to congratulate you. I loved your video, and I can't wait to meet you. Peace out." Then Ryan was back on the phone. "Alright, Everleigh, I sent you the details in an email, so I hope you have a great time meeting Justin." "Thanks Ryan! BYE!" I said ending the phone call. My heart was about to come out of my chest. I screamed all the way home. So, did mom. I couldn't believe this was really going to happen! As soon as I got home I logged onto my email and read the message Ryan had sent me.

From: RyanSeacrestShow@gmail.com
Subject: Contest Winner Information

Hello, Everleigh. It's Ryan Seacrest and here are the details for your trip.
A driver will pick you and your mom up on Friday morning. He will take you to the airport; you will fly to L.A. and a driver will pick you up, and take you to your hotel. The rest you will find out later on the trip! I hope you have a fun date with Justin!
-Ryan Seacrest

I logged off.


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I'm excited for her!

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Chapter Three
Everleigh's POV

Thursday my mom dropped me off at school early. I found Anna at her locker. I hadn't told her about the contest yet. "So, something totally amazing happened yesterday!" I exclaimed practically jumping on her. "Justin Bieber called you!" She exclaimed sarcastically. Well, sort of.... "I won the contest! I'm going on a date with Justin Bieber!" I shrieked. Her eyes lit up. She grabbed my arms, and we started dancing around in circles screaming. Someone cleared their throat beside us. We looked over. Ohhhhh. Sasha..Tasha...and Kasha. The three "it girls" in the school. "We over heard you talking, and we just wanted to come over and say how stupid Justin Bieber would be to pick you. Plus, we don't even believe you." Sasha sassed. "Well, go on the Ryan Seacrest website; the whole conversation is on there!" I snapped. "We still don't believe you, but good try." Tasha spat. They flipped their hair and strutted away. I held my fist up. "I should go give the three of those fakes a knuckle-sandwich!" I hissed. Anna put her hand on my shoulder, and said, "Just forget about them. They aren't worth the energy." She was right. "Anyway, after school you have to come over, and help me pack. We're leaving in the morning for L.A." I said. "Duh!" She agreed as we walked down the hall grinning like fools.
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Friday morning came like a burst of fresh air. It was still dark outside, but the birds were singing, and I was about to go to L.A. to meet Justin Bieber! My mom had informed me the night before that she wasn't going to be able to go, because something came up at work, so Kinsley is going instead. Which is totally fine with me. If you're wandering about my dad he died when I was 7 of a heart attack.

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Around 7 o'clock Friday morning our door bell rang. I practically leaped for the door. I opened it. A limo driver stood there smiling down at me. He was dressed in a black suit and the hat and everything. "Are you Everleigh Grace?" He asked. I nodded. "Well, then ,Miss Grace, I am here to escort you to the airport." He said. My mom and Kinsley appeared beside me. Me and Kinsley told our mom goodbye while the driver loaded our luggage in the limo. Then we headed to get in the limo. "Now watch your sister, Kinsley!" Make sure she doesn't do anything that would get her arrested!" Mom yelled as the driver opened the door, and let us in. I smiled at mom one last time, and the door shut.

I'm bursting by holding in screams. This is an amazing story.

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Chapter Four
Everleigh's POV

The flight wasn't so bad. It only took a few hours to reach L.A. When we got our luggage we went looking for our driver. We found him. Black suit and hat like the other driver we had. He was holding up a sign with "Everleigh Grace" written on it. Me and Kinsley walked over to him. "I'm Everleigh." I told him. He smiled. "Alright then. Let's get going." He answered taking our luggage. He loaded our stuff in the limo, and opened the door for us to get in. As I stepped inside I asked him, "Uh, can I keep the sign with my name on it. You know as a Souvenir?" "There will be plenty of souvenirs on this trip." Was his only reply, and then he shut the door. I took pictures of everything. About 20 minutes later we pulled up to the Crowne Plaza Hotel. It was huge. Me and Kinsley looked at each other and grinned. "You girls have already been checked in. Here are your room cards. I'll take your stuff to the room, and you two can look around if you like." The driver told us. I nodded. First we walked around in the lobby area, looked at the pool, and the workout room. Then we took the elevators up to our room on level 5. We saw the driver in the hallway. "I was just about to come and find you. My job is done here. I hope you have a fun weekend." He said and then just walked off. Okay? Weird. We found room 210. Kinsley put the key card in, and the door opened. We walked in. The door closed behind us. We didn't say a word to each other. The room was so nice. I walked to where the beds were. "Kinsley!" I squealed. She ran over to me. "It's Justin Bieber paradise..." I trailed off. She gave me a 'look.' I looked at everything. T-shirts. CDs. Tote bags. Posters. Signed IPODS. AND MORE! But something caught my eye. An envelope with my name on it. My heart did a little cart wheel. I picked it up, and opened it. Inside was two pieces of paper. This was the first:

Let's play a game.
Love, JB

The second was more complex:

I have a surprise for you. You probably didn't notice it on the way to your room, but there's arrows drawn on pieces of paper. Follow them from your room, and it will lead you to your surprise.

P.S. I can't wait to meet you, Shawty.

-JB

"Kinsley!" I shrieked.


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AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *squels out of cuteness and dies*