Believe Me, God Dammit!

Michaela is heartbroken because of Justin Bieber. But it is left for you to establish if what happens is right or wrong.

Chapter 1

This Is Where It Starts

My name is Michaela Maeve Aurora Blair Garretson and this is my assignment for AP English and Literature entitled: The Thorn-less Rose. Originally this was to be a romance, and it did start out that way. But for those of you who are saps and hope for happy endings you may want to just leave this room or cover your ears/eyes when things don't go the way you hope. Now this boy, he had my heart from the moment he looked at me with those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. But you know the saying, 'Things Happen for a Reason,'? I refer to this quote often, and maybe you will too after hearing my story. But later on you will be asking yourself, "Why?! What reason did this happen for?!" and I must agree.

This is my story and to that boy in the back row, all the way to the left; P.S. I Still Love You.

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I woke up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes as my alarm went off at promptly at 6:10 AM. I stood up and walked to my closet. I pulled out a purple t-shirt that says, 'I am who I am. I don’t live to please you so grow up and get a life', a pair of black skinny jeans, my purple Supra's and quickly dressed, and brushed my teeth. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, grabbed my phone, and grabbed my car keys. I walked downstairs and outside to my purple Mustang GT.

Ten minutes later I pulled into the school parking lot. I parked and sighed. I tried to mentally prepare myself for the first day of my final, senior year at high school. I climbed out and grabbed my bag before closing and locking the car. I began walking towards the school, surveying the almost empty parking lot as I went. The only people that ever got here early were my brother, my sister, me, my two best friends, the teachers, and new students. Like so, there was a boy walking with his mom towards the school. I slipped around them and walked up the steps. I held the door open long enough for her to catch it.

"Thank you," she said.

I gave her a kind smile. "My pleasure," I said. I began walking towards my locker where my brother, his girlfriend, my sister, and my two best friends were all standing. "Can't you guys hang out somewhere else?" I laughed.

"Nope," my brother, Drew, laughed.

"Go hang out at your own locker, you loser," I said with a chuckle.

"Nah, I still want to annoy you," he said as he stuck out his tongue at me.

I sighed and shook my head. "What are you going to do when your precious football friends start showing up?" I asked.

"Still do my duty as a big brother of course!" He said with mock hurt.

I sighed yet again."You know what? I'm just going to go to English now.
Goodbye!" I said as I walked across the hall to my English room. As I entered I saw the boy from earlier and his mother talking with Ms. Evans.

"Ah Michaela," (pronounced Muh-Kay-Lah) "you’re here! Um, your seat will be in the back row, second seat from the left." She said.

I nodded and set my bag down at the desk. "Michaela dear," Ms. E said. I looked up at her. "Could you walk with Mr. Bieber to take his papers to Mr. Masters?" She asked.

"Sure," I said.

I strode out with the Bieber kid matching my strides easily. Once we were out of the main building, he grabbed my arm and forced me to stop. I spun around and looked at him. My heart fluttered rapidly when my emerald green eyes met his gorgeous chocolate brown ones. "What's your problem?" He asked.

I shook my head and chuckled. "I don't have a problem," I smiled.

He seemed thrown off. I snatched his papers and began walking to the Principles' office.

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A tear escaped my eye as I turned away from my copy of the AP English Paper I had turned in to Ms. E the day before. I looked out the window of my mom's Mini Cooper and watched as we drove past many stretches of trees at a time.

"Honey you don't have to do this," my mom said as she gave my hand a squeeze.

I used my other hand to wipe away the escaped tear. "But I do. I just need to start over again, leave my past here in the US." I said as I gave her a small smile.

-Meanwhile at Westridge High in Los Angeles-

-Justin's POV-

I walked into AP English and my eyes immediately scanned the room for Michaela. My heart sank when I saw that she wasn't there. Our group project was due today. As soon as I sat down I noticed that the room was oddly quiet.

"As some of you may already know, Ms. Garretson is no longer registered at our school." Ms. E said. My jaw dropped but I seemed to be about the only one.


-End Justin's POV-

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I opened the door and Principle Masters looked up. "Not already in trouble, Ms. Garretson, are we?" He chuckled.

I laughed. "No sir, just delivering Mr. Bieber's transfer papers." I said.

"Thank you Michaela," he said. I left and Mr. Bieber followed me.

I walked back into the main build and to Room 202 (Lit. /English). I sat down and to my left is where Mr. Bieber sat and to my right was my best friend Brooklyn (Brooke).

"Okay, today class," Ms. E began right after the bell rang, "I will be starting you on a project. The project is that you will need to hang out with the person to your left and you will both keep a journal. The point of this is that if you hang out with that person enough you will either fall in love or fall in hate." She said. "So basically like Michaela is with Justin, Brooklyn is with Jordyn, and so on and so forth."

I sighed. From the corner of my eye I saw Justin with a cheeky grin on his face.

Just then the bell rang signaling the end of 1st period. I gathered my stuff and quickly high-tailed it to my next class. By the time 5th period came around, I was glad to still be alive. I gathered all the stuff from my first 3 periods (English, History, & Math) and walked out to the courtyard. I sat at a picnic table under the gazebo and started writing this journal thing for 1st period.

Footsteps approached my sitting area and I glanced up to see Justin. I looked back at my book, rereading what I just wrote, to myself.

"May I sit here?" Justin asked.

"Sure," I said. I glanced up from my journal to find Justin staring at me with his absolutely gorgeous eyes and a small smile.

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I smiled to myself as I boarded the only plane that would take me directly to England. I got a whole row of seats to myself, but I still chose the window seat. I closed my eyes and a distinct flashback made my eyes sting with tears.


-Flashback-


I sat on a park swing thinking about Justin. I was so falling for him, but was he falling for me? I looked up and saw a boy with a purple hoodie, a backwards hat, and the Bieber hair making out with some skank looking chick from school –
Justin! I thought-who was I kidding? He's a pop star, I'm a geek; he'd never like me.

Tears rimmed my eyes as I pushed myself off the swing and began walking home. When I walked in, Drew, Emilee, and Mom were all sitting in the kitchen.
By now, my face was streaked with tears.

"Michaela, honey, what’s wrong?" My mom asked with a worried tone.

"Mom, is that offer still open?" I asked. Drew and Emi looked at me with wide eyes. A few tears continued to cascade down my cheeks.

"Of course," she said, tearing up slightly. "Go on upstairs and start packing, I can have you a flight out Friday."

I walked up to my room and pulled out a large couple of suit cases. I had just begun to go through my clothes when Emi came in and sat on my bed.

"M&M you can’t leave me! Who will I confide in when the going gets tough?!"

She exclaimed. She was so close to crying. I sighed and looked at my twin.

"I'm sorry Em, but I have to. It's just for the better for-" I began to say.

"For who?! Justin or you?!" She exclaimed in frustration.

"Leave, Emilee. Leave NOW." I said, forcing myself to stay calm.

She left the room without another word and I sat on my bed. I decided to call my friends to tell them. I called Brooke first.

Riinngg. . . Rriinnnggg. . . Hello! You have reached my voice mail! If you could leave your name, number, and a message, I will surely call you back! Beeeeepp

I took a deep breath. "Hey Brooke. . . Justin was cheating on whatever we had and I'm accepting the Oxford Scholarship in England. I'm flying out next Friday so give me a call back, you have the digits." I said. I hung up and dialed Meaghan next.

Riiiiinnnggg. . . Riinngg. . . Hey you've reached Meaghan McGuire! I'm unable to get to the phone right now so if you're important enough I’ll call you back! Love you haters! Beeeeepp

I smiled slightly. "Hey Meg. . . I saw Justin cheat on what we had with another girl. I've decided to accept the England Oxford Scholarship. I fly out next Friday so when you get the chance, call me. Love ya girl." And I hung up. Deciding to forget about packing I walked downstairs and out towards an ice cream parlor.
This is why I loved Friday nights. I walked up to the vendor and sighed when I realized it was Chaz. I had tear marks going down my face but a fake smile plastered to my lips.

"Hey M&M!" He said with a smile.

"Hey Chaz, can I get a Vanilla Ice Cream cone?" I asked.

"Sure thing," he said. There was a pause as he made it. "Here you go! It’s on the house tonight," he said when I tried to hand him the money. I just smiled and walked off into the rain as it began to pour.

-End Flashback-

-Back At Westridge High-

-Justin's POV-

I still sat there gaping like an idiot.

"Okay class, since yesterday I collected Ms. Garretson's journal, I'll read it to you." Ms. E said.

Suddenly I was paying a lot more attention.

"Okay here we go: 'My name is Michaela Maeve Aurora Blair Garretson and this is my assignment for AP English and Literature entitled: The Thorn-less Rose. Originally this was to be a romance, and it did start out that way. But for those of you who are saps and hope for happy endings you may want to just leave this room or cover your ears/eyes when things don’t go the way you hope. Now this boy, he had my heart from the moment he looked at me with those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. But you know the saying, 'Things Happen for a Reason,'? I refer to this quote often, and maybe you will too after hearing my story. But later on you will be asking yourself, "Why?! What reason did this happen for?!" and I must agree.'

'This is my story and to that boy in the back row, all the way to the left; P.S. I Still Love You.'"

My head snapped up from its resting position on the table.

-End Justin's POV-

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