Friday, November 27, 2009
My Boyfriend is a Superstar ft. Justin Bieber-Prologue&Chappie 1
My Boyfriend is a Superstar ft. Justin Bieber
Main Characters:
Nina Cruz-Filipina.Just migrated to the U.S.
Justin Bieber(!)-Singer.He's cute.
Karla Cruz-An actress in the making.
Additional Characters will pop out of nowhere.hahaha.
About the story:
This is about a girl who fell inlove with Justin Bieber and is going on through challenges because Justin is a celebrity and they are always swarmed by paparazzis and such.
i don't want to explain why i made this, because if i do, it'll end up into a novel. to summarize it: i had an idea and i think it's quite awesome, and i felt the urge to put it into words. after i finish this (if i finish this, rather.), i'll make a new one, since i have another idea clouding up my mind... have fun reading, earthling. by the way, haters to the left. peace to the middle east, don't hate, appreciate. this is just fiction, kay?
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"Damn this." I said throwing my iPod on the floor. The screen cracked."Crap!" I muttered. I am just so furious right now. "First, I had to move to California,I lose all my friends then my iPod won't work? Sh!t"
My name's Nina Cruz. I'm a 14-year-old girl who was moved all the way to Hollywood by my parents. I came from the sunny country called Philippines. There wasn’t much stuff to do there, but I was okay. My friends were there, my school, and pretty much my whole life. Thinking about those things makes me want to tear up. I didn’t even have a say in all of this moving stuff.
And why are we moving to Hollywood? My sister is a star. Well not one of those famous ones.Her name is Karla. She's nice, but she can get a little annoying sometimes. "Are you ready?" She opened my door as she spoke. "Shucks, I forgot to comb my hair. Wait lng ha" I muttered
I don’t usually speak in Tagalog. My family and I prefer English, but we do speak in Tagalog sometimes. I speak other languages, but that’s not important right now. So I combed my hair and put on my chucks. My school is a private one and is uniform-free. I'm wearing skinny jeans and my Love is the Movement tee.Cute,huh? "Come on now Nin!" "You're gonna be late for school and I'm gonna be late for my audition!" She babbled.
I got to school. It's my first day. "I hope this would not be a killer year" I thought to myself and sighed. My tummy churned when I saw the gates of Hollywood Middle School. I'm 14, I'm in 8th grade. "Goodluck, Nina" my sister uttered. "I heard Justin Bieber goes here".I don't believe her. I think it's just her 'something' to make me wanna go to this freakin school. I went inside nervously. My mind is mixed up with thoughts. Will I fit in? Will the students be nice? I decided to cut off what i'm thinking and went straight ahead."Room 8-II,Language Arts." I read my schedule and decided to race to the room I was in. Oh, I dunno where it is. I just noticed. The first bell rang. Yay me.
"New here,huh?" I turned on my back and saw this guy. He looks nice so I gave in. "Y..Yes." I replied,nervously. "Do you know where room 8-II is?" I asked. I was quite nervous but what could I do? The first bell rang. I'm new. The boy looks nice and familiar. There's no harm trying.:) "Room 8-II?" "Language Arts?" "8th grade?" asked the guy. "I'm going in that class too!" "Must be your lucky day!" I hope so. I whispered in my mind. He looked so familiar. I asked him for his name. "I'm Justin Bieber." And it hit me. It was Justin Bieber! My sister was totally not kidding!
Too boring? Wait for the next chapters!
xoxo.
~deane.
Main Characters:
Nina Cruz-Filipina.Just migrated to the U.S.
Justin Bieber(!)-Singer.He's cute.
Karla Cruz-An actress in the making.
Additional Characters will pop out of nowhere.hahaha.
About the story:
This is about a girl who fell inlove with Justin Bieber and is going on through challenges because Justin is a celebrity and they are always swarmed by paparazzis and such.
i don't want to explain why i made this, because if i do, it'll end up into a novel. to summarize it: i had an idea and i think it's quite awesome, and i felt the urge to put it into words. after i finish this (if i finish this, rather.), i'll make a new one, since i have another idea clouding up my mind... have fun reading, earthling. by the way, haters to the left. peace to the middle east, don't hate, appreciate. this is just fiction, kay?
____________________________________________________________
"Damn this." I said throwing my iPod on the floor. The screen cracked."Crap!" I muttered. I am just so furious right now. "First, I had to move to California,I lose all my friends then my iPod won't work? Sh!t"
My name's Nina Cruz. I'm a 14-year-old girl who was moved all the way to Hollywood by my parents. I came from the sunny country called Philippines. There wasn’t much stuff to do there, but I was okay. My friends were there, my school, and pretty much my whole life. Thinking about those things makes me want to tear up. I didn’t even have a say in all of this moving stuff.
And why are we moving to Hollywood? My sister is a star. Well not one of those famous ones.Her name is Karla. She's nice, but she can get a little annoying sometimes. "Are you ready?" She opened my door as she spoke. "Shucks, I forgot to comb my hair. Wait lng ha" I muttered
I don’t usually speak in Tagalog. My family and I prefer English, but we do speak in Tagalog sometimes. I speak other languages, but that’s not important right now. So I combed my hair and put on my chucks. My school is a private one and is uniform-free. I'm wearing skinny jeans and my Love is the Movement tee.Cute,huh? "Come on now Nin!" "You're gonna be late for school and I'm gonna be late for my audition!" She babbled.
I got to school. It's my first day. "I hope this would not be a killer year" I thought to myself and sighed. My tummy churned when I saw the gates of Hollywood Middle School. I'm 14, I'm in 8th grade. "Goodluck, Nina" my sister uttered. "I heard Justin Bieber goes here".I don't believe her. I think it's just her 'something' to make me wanna go to this freakin school. I went inside nervously. My mind is mixed up with thoughts. Will I fit in? Will the students be nice? I decided to cut off what i'm thinking and went straight ahead."Room 8-II,Language Arts." I read my schedule and decided to race to the room I was in. Oh, I dunno where it is. I just noticed. The first bell rang. Yay me.
"New here,huh?" I turned on my back and saw this guy. He looks nice so I gave in. "Y..Yes." I replied,nervously. "Do you know where room 8-II is?" I asked. I was quite nervous but what could I do? The first bell rang. I'm new. The boy looks nice and familiar. There's no harm trying.:) "Room 8-II?" "Language Arts?" "8th grade?" asked the guy. "I'm going in that class too!" "Must be your lucky day!" I hope so. I whispered in my mind. He looked so familiar. I asked him for his name. "I'm Justin Bieber." And it hit me. It was Justin Bieber! My sister was totally not kidding!
Too boring? Wait for the next chapters!
xoxo.
~deane.