(chapter 2) THE ESCAPE PLAN!

The next thing i saw after that was my guitar lying on the floor in pieces! I honestly thought I was dreaming and I would wake up the next minute and find my guitar still intact.

"I...I....I´m very sorry. I didn´t mean to break it."
"You......!" I couldn´t get the words out so I stormed out of the room, my face red with anger.
"I can´t take anymore of this shit!!" I mummbled to myself. "This has gone too far!"

I mean ,that is what my parents normally did. They would threaten me with the things I loved the most in order to get me to do whatever it is they wanted. My dad had once torn my door length Justin Bieber poster and threatened to burn all my Justin Bieber albums. The only person who seemed to understand my situation was my younger sister.

I had no idea where I was heading to but all I could do was get out of that house. My best friend´s house was just around the corner so I decided to go there instead. She always found a way to calm me down and make me laugh my head off. Sweet sweet Crystal.

"What happened this time?"
"Can you imagine my mom broke my guitar!!!"
"Wait a minute. Your guitar!! why would she do that? she knows how much it means to you and she broke it!!"
"Can you imagine!!"
"What did you do to make her do that?"
"I don´t know! she came into my room with some stupid crazy cooked up story that she saw me yesterday with some dude and she thought we were doing "something". I never understand her these days or what she wants."

All I could do was shake my head.

"She is driving me crazy, both of them! I can´t  get my own peace of mind. I just want to run away and escape all of this."
"You could come and live with me, am sure my parents won´t mind, I mean, we have known each like forever!"
"Or your parents could adopt me instead, sounds simpler and happier here"

 We both laughed at the idea. But honestly ,I wouldn´t mind moving away. Maybe life would be simpler that way.

I stayed for some time and we talked about alot of stuff like we usually did and later on I decided to go back home where my parents were waiting for me. We always had dinner together when everybody was home. I ate quickly and rushed to my bedroom after clearing the table. Lying on my bed, I remembered the talked I had with Crystal, and a brilliant plan came to my mind. Why don´t I just run away and then do whatever I want! Yes! That is exactly what am going to do. I took my sports bag and shoved all my nice cute clothes inside, with the best shoes I owned.

I felt sad because I hadn´t told my sister what I had planned to do. I was sure she would have tried to stop me or if she found my plan worthwhile, she would have suppported me instead. But I couldn´t take the risk. I was done packing around ten thirty. Ofcourse my sister was sound asleep by then and I didn´t dare wake her up. I just opened her door and went inside her room. I leaned over and kissed her in the cheeck and that was when she turned around.

"What are you doing?"
"Just wanted to kiss you good night. That´s all. It´s not like this is the last time am going to see you before I....."
What was wrong with me! It was the first time I had kept such a secret from my sister and it was killing me inside. I always made it a point to tell her where I was going incase something happened to me and I needed help. But not this time.

"What in the name of sweet biscuits peas are you talking about? just go and sleep"
WOW! where does she get those phrases from?
"Sorry, I´ll just go away! Am going to miss you"
"Whatever wierdo!!"
Yeap! That was my sister when you woke her up  in the middle of her sleep. I guess that was the reason why I loved her.

I creept into my room with the slightest sound so that I didn´t wake my parents up. All the lights were turned off and it was pitch dark but I could make my way to my bedroom. My bedroom light was still on and looking inside the room, I realised that that was the only place I ever felt at home really.

"Goodbye" I said, blowing imaginable kisses all over. I looked over at my Justin Bieber wall and my last words to them were "Wish me luck. I hope I get to see and meet you one day!"

I tried one thing I had seen in the movies but I didn´t know of it was going to work. I stuffed some of my clothes under my blanked and shaped them like somebody was sleeping. It looked preety good and convincing so I put on my jacket, picked my bag and opened the window. I was about to jump out when  somebody suddenly knocked on the door.

"Am sorry for what I did, please forgive me. I can get you another guitar. any of your choice!"

I was silent. What did my mom want and why was she awake at this time of the night?? If she was just going to appologise and think she would get my forgiveness by bribing me, then she was wrong. It was time she started earning it!!

"Yeah right!! that is what you always say and you never keep your word" I whispered to myself
"Just open the door and let us talk please, I promise I´ll listen to you this time and take your opinion into consideration"
"I just can´t take anymore of this bullshit!!"
Should I or shouldn´t I believe her this time, that was the question. I mean, I do believe in giving people second chances right!

to be continued.........

(chapter 1) JUST THE BEGGINING:

Music is my life and I don´t know what I would do without it. I have been singing since i was a kid and it has been incredible.
Well let me tell you something about myself. I come from a small town and the community is close and supportive. It feels amaizing having to represent my small town in singing competitions. Even though my singing carrier looks fade, I have dreams of one day performing at the Maddison Square Garden next to my idol, the one and only Justin Bieber! I have posters of him in my room and all his albums. One may call me a true Belieber.
I do remember waking up sad and lonely, wishing I had my guitar. I don´t want to continue singing kareoke all day long but unfortunately my parents have a different opinon about the music industry! I just don´t know how to convince them anymore.
Just a few days ago, my day had gotten really pissed off that I spend way too much time singing and playing my guitar and that I should focus more on my education. I do agree that education is the key to success but I just feel like they don´t understand how much music means to me. I do get good grades and my teacher think the same think too, but I guess that doesn´ t please my parents and that makes me feels like running away.

"Mom stop!! it´s mine!"
"Really, I am the one who bought it so I can decide what to do with it! it was money i spent!"

I had never seen my mother that angry before, I don´t know what i had done to make her get that upset.

"Then tell me what you were doing with that stupid boy yesterday instead of being home reading?"
"What are you talking about? Which boy? What time? I came home  directly from school yesterday"
"Don´t you dare lie to me little girl!! I was once your age and I know what you did! tell me the truth or else i´ll......" she looked at my guitar and finished her sentence "i´ll break your guitar and make sure you don´t get another one!!"
I was shocked! how dare she! i had that guitar since I was five. it had been ten years with my precious guitar and i couldn´t magine my life without it. It was my source of inspiration when i wrote my songs and my mom knew how much I loved it.

"But I don´t know what you are talking about, i didn´t meet any boy yesterday!"
"You will get punished for this unless you tell me the truth missy!!" she barked

I couldn´t believe she was accusing me of something I had no idea about. What was she even talking about.

"I said tell me what you were doin......"
She raised her hand and with my guitar in one of them and ..........(phaw)!! I think that my heart stopped for some minutes.

to be continued.......

INTRODUCTION!!

this is the story of a Belieber who had her dreams come true, through her music and got the chance to meet her idol and hero, JUSTIN BIEBER!!
it proves two main things, that you should NEVER SAY NEVER and always BELIEVE!!