Ellie and her friends couldn't stop jumping around after they received the tickets from Scooter. They went into the arena and took it all in. The stage was set up for Justin's performance. They went to the front row and took their seats. Just shortly after the lights went down and the spot light went on. Then Scooter walked on stage. He wanted to thank everybody for comming to the show and supporting Justin from the beggining. Then he said he had a few special people to thank. First he wanted to thank the crew members for making this possible. Then he wanted to thank Justin for being such and awesome kid. Finally he said he wanted to thank a few special girls. He told Ellie and her friends to stand up. He wanted to thank them because they waited outside the arena for hours to see if they could get tickets. He said without people like them they wouldn't have jobs. Then he said without further a due here is JUSTIN BIEBER! Then Justin came out and slamed into his first song of the set which was "Love Me." Ellie and her friends started to freak out! They couln't believe they were standing with in feet from their favorite pop sensation. After a few songs they were still stand on their feet, screeming as loud as they could. Finally Justin started to play " One Less Lonely Girl." They all loved this song and wondered who the lucky girl was who was going to have Justin sing to her. Then all of the sudden a older lady came around the corner and asked if Ellie would like to be the One Less Lonely Girl! Ellie of course said yes and startedto jump up and down and scream louder then she was before. The lady took Ellie backstage and said when the dancers come to get you walk out with them. She was so excited and neverous she was shaking! Then the dancers came and Ellie walked on stage with them. The first thing she noticed was the huge crowd of people. Then she saw her friends. Then Justin came down and gave her a huge hug. Dhe couldn't believe Justing was singing to her. When the song ended, Justin leaned in and said " I heard what you did and i want you and your friends to come backstage to see me after the show!" Ellie was so excited she almost jumped off the chair!
Chapter 7:
Now Justin’s manager was taking Ellie back to her seat. Ellie still couldn’t believe she was going go backstage to meet Justin Bieber. She couldn’t wait to tell her friends that they were all going to get to meet him too. When she got back to her seat, she couldn’t speak because she was just so excited. When she could finally speak she told her friends all about her experience on stage. Then she told them about how they were going to meet Justin Bieber. All of her friends freaked out and could not believe they were going to meet him.
Now Justin was doing his encore performance and ending it with “Baby.” They thought that might have been the best performance of the night. Well Ellie still thought “One Less Lonely Girl.” The concert was finally over and Justin and his crew were taking their bows. The show was done and the arena was clearing out. Ellie and her friends started heading for backstage. They couldn’t believe what they were doing. They saw Justin’s dressing room door and Ellie almost had a heart attack. They knocked on the door and almost right away Justin opened it. He told them to come in and make themselves comfortable. He followed them to some couches and sat down. He started talking to them. He said how he was so happy that they would wait outside for so long just to see him. He also said that he is so lucky to have such loyal fans and that without them he would be nowhere.
Next they took pictures with him and he signed autographs for them. He said he had to get going soon but he had one last thing for them. He went into his back room and then came out with a big bag. Then he handed them each one of his famous Purple Yankees hat. They all thanked him and have him a hug. They walked out and look for the nearest exit. They all couldn’t believe what happened to them on this one day. That was the best day of their lives, meeting Justin Bieber!
Maddy Birk - The Journey to #1
Chapter 1
If you don’t know me, my name is Jayden. I am ten years old and I love to sing. It is my passion. I’d love to be famous one day. The only thing holding me back is the fact that I am a foster child. I don’t have any money to buy my fame, or a voice coach. What’s even worse is no one gives me the chance to show them what I can do. Not even my foster mother and father. My journey has been rough. I mean, there is no one to hear me sing. I live with 13 other siblings and they are always stealing the attention. The oldest one, Naomi, has beaten me at every competition we have held in the family. She is only eleven, but has the most perfect smile you’d ever see. In fact, one year we had a singing competition, and I lost to Naomi. She has a very distinct voice…you can here her pitchiness from a mile away. She just doesn’t let others have the chance to shine. I said one word and she booted me out of the room! See, personally, I like writing my own songs. I am always inspired by the things that happen around me, including the losing and yelling. No one even notices I am there. Most of the time when I go downstairs to get my breakfast, there isn’t one single plate or scrap to nibble on, just as a snack. I let my feelings out in my songs. I’ve written about 47, but I haven’t kept up on all the counting. I’m glad I got to introduce myself, but my mom’s calling me. I better run!
Chapter 2
I’m back. So…where was I? Oh, right! Naomi. She is a very “attention seeking individual”. My friend Mackenzie’s words. In fact, today she did something that will blow your mind. I went downstairs to get breakfast and, before I took the first step in the kitchen, Naomi yelled, “Get out of here, you rat! No more food left!” I was so shocked! I didn’t know what to say, so I kept walking toward the fridge and quickly grabbed a measly piece of rotten ricotta. My mother didn’t even do anything about it! She glanced at Naomi, smirked, and turned back around! I just couldn’t believe it. Now I’m just in my journal, writing about my thoughts and about everything going on. Well you’ve read some of my journal…I’ll be back in a few, though. My hand hurts!
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Hello, Naomi here. I read the dumb thoughts of my dumb sister on the other page! Do you think that about me? I think I’m so awesome. If you don’t think I am I‘ll be mad! I don’t know where you are now but I can find you. And when I yell at you, you’ll realize that my voice is amazing when I’m yelling, too. And I’m not attention seeking!! I just like to be—oh! Got to go.
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Oh my gosh! Naomi!!! I’m going to get her!! Anyway, don’t listen to her!! She IS attention seeking and rude! Uuughh. Anyway, about my singing…Naomi insisted on having another singing competition. Tonight. At eight o’clock. I’m really worried! Well, I’ll get back to you later. I have to go eat dinner and go to bed! Mom’s rules. See ya!
Chapter 3
Okay. Well, I didn’t have time to write yesterday. Sorry about that. I had the singing contest and then I went straight to bed. Mom’s orders, like I told you. But, about the contest…I LOST. Not surprised though. I mean, come on. Everyone likes Naomi better than me…there’s no point in having a contest. My mom just wants to rub it in my face. Can someone say favoritism? Gosh. Well I got to go. The phone’s ringing.
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WOW!! Oh my goodness! I just got a call from one of my friends, who got a call from Mackenzie, who got a call from a record dealer! Emma said that they were asking for ME! I don’t know how they know about me! Wow! I’ll call Emma later and ask her to give me the number. But, all I know is…I’m going to be famous! WOOHOO! I am so happy! I’m going to go try to record me singing…check me out—JaydenBabe1598 on YouTube! Oh, wow I love singing! I can see it now…Jayden Emily Johnson…me? A superstar? I can’t believe it! Take that, Naomi! Boohoo to you! Hahahahahahahahahaha! Laugh out loud. Right now! Whoopee! To all the people who made fun of me for being a foster child, take that! I’m going to be famous! I got to call Emma!
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Okay. I called Emma and she said that the record dealer wants to meet with me on Saturday. I am very excited, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to get there without being made fun of by Naomi. She’s just jealous. Well I’ll write more tomorrow. Bye!
Chapter 4
Alright. So I met w
ith the record dealer on Saturday. He loved my singing and wants to sign me! That means I’m going to have an album. Me, Jayden Emily Johnson. With an album! How much better does it get? I’m so excited! Ha! Take that Naomi! I can’t wait to rub it in her face. She’ll love it. NOT! Finally, I get revenge! It’s “truly remarkable”. Goodness. Well I’ll write more later…mom’s calling me for dinner.
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Hey! I’m back. Okay, so I don’t know what’s going on! There were leftovers from dinner! Half the time there isn’t any left for me! But…I got plenty! In fact, I’m really full. I’m going to go get some water.
Back! Okay. I went to get some water, like I told you. I walked past Naomi and she said, “Congratulations, sis!” What’s going on? It smells…“fishy.” No, I’m just kidding. It is really weird though, that Naomi was actually supportive of me for once. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but, I love her so much! She surprised me, and I loved it! I am just so shocked at what’s been going on lately. Well, I’ll write more later. For now I’m going to go downstairs and make sure they are okay…
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Chapter 5
The record dealer called me today and he told me that he’ll give me a CD with my recorded song on it! I’ll play it for Naomi. She has been even nicer lately, too. It’s really weird, and I don’t know what’s going on anymore! But I like that she’s supportive. And, he told me that I am going to Florida by plane, and no one has to pay! There, I’m performing in front of some other record dealers to see if they’d like to also help me with my future career. They said they’d pay for my own recording studio to make my album. Then they’re taking me on a tour around the country, one or two places in one month, and perform at some schools and other auditoriums. I’ll also be singing to raise money for the Ronald McDonald House. It’s not my first choice of a charity, but I’m really excited to help out anyway. I am actually going to tell my mom about all this, and then I’ll write what she says after I’m don’t talking to her.
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Okay, I told her, and she said, “Congratulations, sweetie! I’m so excited for you to go on the tour! You’ll have so much fun!” I’m really starting to feel comfortable in my family. After all these years of rejection with my real mom giving me up to this foster family, I am really feeling like I finally fit in with my brothers and sisters.
I’ll let you know how the trip to Florida is…I’ll be back in a week or so. It should be okay. I have to miss school for the next couple of weeks, though. And Naomi and my mom are coming to Florida too, so I am excited to spend time with them. Alright I’ll write when I get back! Bye.
Chapter 6
Wow, Florida was absolutely amazing. It was definitely worth while. I got to perform in front of seven or eight record producers! It was completely unexpected. They all liked me, too! And, our flight got cancelled because of bad weather, so one of the producers had a private jet flown out to get us! The jet was so nice inside and it felt like we were in a hotel! When we got there, a limo drove us to our five-star hotel and we unpacked anxiously. When it was time to meet with the first producer, I was shaking like a leaf. I felt like I could pass out because I was so nervous, but thankfully I didn’t. We got there and met the first person. He was very nice. He introduced himself as Weezy, but of course that wasn’t his real name. You know what, I don’t care. I just couldn’t wait to get that over with and meet the second and third producers. I was really nervous, but I couldn’t make up my mind whether I should be nervous or excited. My brain is telling me to be excited, but my body was shaking, which indicated that I was indeed nervous. When it came time to perform, I stood up, said a little prayer, and sang my heart out. I was waiting, just waiting for my voice to break or crack…or even worse…I would pass out. But, to my surprise, I sounded pretty good! The producer clapped and said that they’d send me my results in about a week. Same with the other producers. I sang the same song for all the producers. It’s one I wrote, called “One Day.” It’s about how someday I want to be a famous singer, which is coming true! I finally got done performing in front of all the producers and headed back home. We took the plane home, since the weather was fine. When we got home, I saw all my brothers and sisters, and they greeted me with a gigantic group hug. That was the best part of my whole day. My brothers and sisters never even bother to pay any attention to me. It’s really pretty sad. But anyway, I’m
really tired…I have to go to bed. I’ll write tomorrow.
Chapter 7
Today I won’t write much…I’m too tired, and my mom is taking me somewhere…I don’t know why…or where. She said it was a surprise. I’ll write later.
Okay well my mom took me to Dairy Queen to get ice cream to congratulate me on my record deal…even though I wasn’t offered one yet. But I know I will, because I’m really confident about everything that’s happened. Wait…the phone is ringing again. I’ll be right back.
That was Weezy! He’s the only one who can offer me a record deal…I don’t know why. So he’s going to fly me out to California now to meet him again, but this time in his own recording studio. I’m going to record it next week. But anyway, I have to go. I’m glad I could write something that you all could read. I have to go practice another song to record…but I’m sure I’ll write more in the future. I’ve used this journal since last year, so I’m running out of room. I have to get a new one. Let’s pray that I become who I want to be, and can I ask a favor? Please wish me luck on my journey to #1!
Madison Santi - My Moving Experience
Chapter 1: New Beginnings
Rain pattered on the windows of our old, tattered, dirty car. I sat in the back seat with the hood of my sweatshirt hiding my face. My headphones were in my ears as I listened to my IPod. I started to doze off, but as soon as got comfortable my mom yelled, “Were here!” I groaned and hopped out of the car. I looked at our new house with disgust. It was small, two stories, and a three bedroom house. I had seen pictures of it before, but now it occurred to me, we had moved. Again. “Go on ahead in. Here is the key,” My mom said and handed me a key. I would have just thrown the key in a ditch, but I was so tired from the drive I just wanted to go to bed. I walked in the house and looked around. It smelt fresh, but I still missed the smell of my old home. My mom walked in and set some bags on the floor. “Here, this is your bag. Why don’t you go ahead on upstairs to your bedroom? Take a look around.” my mom said with a big grin. She knew I was terribly mad at her for making us move again. We had lived in Colorado for six years, the longest we had lived anywhere. I made friends, joined the track team, and lived like any other normal kid who doesn’t have to move around all their life. My name is Charlotte Annabelle Blake. Although my name is Charlotte, I like to go by Annabelle. I am fourteen years old. I moved to Colorado when I was eight years old. My mom’s job moved to Florida, or what I like to call, The Flat State, compared to Colorado. I walked into my new room and threw my duffel bag on the floor. The room was a small, square-like, empty room, and the color of it was a very boring brownish-grey. My mom walked in a put her arm on my shoulder. “Well, this looks nice! Don’t worry about the color; the painters will be here next week. I think you are going to love your new room!” she said enthusiastically. “Yeah,” I mumbled. “Just great.” I pushed her hand off my shoulder and shuffled down the stairs.
I walked outside to our backyard. Since we moved to Florida, my mom got us a house right on the beach. She thought it would make me happier. She was way off. I sat down on the steps to our porch. I started to think about my life. I thought about my dad, and wished he was here with me. I know he is in a better place, which is for sure. When I was four years old, he passed away. He was diagnosed with brain cancer when I was two. He lived for two more joyful years, and then died peacefully in his sleep. My mom’s heart was broken for so long; I thought she would never be happy again. Of course I was upset, but I was also a little young to understand. After my mom was healed of the
heart break, she threw herself into her work. She dragged me all over the country for her job. “If only dad were here. He would understand what I feel.” I whispered to myself. I knew one thing for sure; I had to think of a way to get my mom and me to move back to Colorado. Otherwise, I would have to deal with another new beginning.
Chapter 2: A Walk on the Beach
Since my mom and I arrived at our new house late on a Wednesday night, my mom let me take the rest of the week off. “You will start school Monday!” my mom said the next morning as I walked down the stairs. My mom had made a huge breakfast buffet. There were pancakes, my favorite, bacon, sausage, fruit, and toast. “Look what I made you! Your favorite! I thought this would be a great start to your first day in Florida!” my mom said enthusiastically. “Thanks,” I mumbled. There was no way one breakfast would change the way I felt about moving. “Now, honey, today I am going to take you down to a shoe store at the mall in Orlando. You can’t be wearing those old boots of yours here in Florida, even if they were in style in Colorado. “It is much too warm here.” My mom said. I groaned. I did not want to go shoe shopping. It wasn’t really my thing. I went upstairs and pulled a shirt out of my duffel bag. I put on some jean shorts and some old, worn out sneakers. I pulled my hair in a tight pony-tail. I walked down the stairs and my mom was waiting at the door with a cheery and the most annoying smile I had ever seen.
My mom took me to more than just a shoe store. She took me to lunch, a spring dress store, a clothes store for girls, a sunglasses store, she showed me our neighborhood, and she drove me to some “cool” places to hang out with my “new” friends. It did not sound cool to me. My mom bought me three new pairs of shoes, two new dresses, four new shirts, and a pair of sunglasses. When I got home I was so tired of shopping. “I’m going for a walk,” I told my mom. “Okay!” she yelled. I walked down the path from our house to the beach. Since I had only been to the beach once, and I wasn’t used to the sand, I slipped of my tennis shoes and walked barefoot down the beach. The sand was cool and soft. I liked the feeling. The sand covered my feet and got in between my toes. I looked out towards the water. My heart felt heavy. Surprisingly, I found tears in my eyes. I had only cried once through this whole moving process, and that was the day I left and said good-bye to my friends. But now tears were streaming down my cheeks. No! I thought. No, No, No! I screamed inside my head. Why did we have to move again? I thought. I had to escape this. I felt like running away. My thoughts overcame me and I sprinted down the beach. I ran as hard as I could until my lungs burned. I collapsed on the sand and started to cry. No one was really around, since it was later in the evening and we lived in a quieter neighborhood. Water came up and splashed around my feet. “I wish dad were here!” I yelled. I cried for a few minutes, and then all of my tears stopped and I went calm. I lied on my back and starred at the sky. I wiped the tears off my cheeks. I breathed steadily and I listened to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. I sat up and looked at the horizon out over the ocean. All of a sudden, I felt a warm arm around my shoulder. “Annabelle, honey, are you okay?” It was my mom, with a worried look on her face. “I came out onto the beach to join you on your walk when I saw you way over here, crying. Is everything okay?” she asked. “Yeah. Well, no, I don’t know. No! I am not! Mom, why did we have to move again?” I screamed. “Ssshhhhh. Honey, I know it is hard for you. I have put you through a lot.” She whispered. “Yeah, no kidding. It has hurt me a lot.” I mumbled. She looked hurt, but I only said the truth. “I know. It has been hard on me too. But this is what my job calls for. The truth is, ever since your dad passed away, I feel like I need you, my job, and all of these moves to keep my mind off of his death. Otherwise my mind always goes back to thinking about how much I want him back in my life. This job helps me, and provides for our family,” She said. “But did you ever consider about how I felt?” I questioned her. “Of course! I always do. But, honey, I think it is good for you too. I don’t want you to see me depressed.” She replied. “Mom! I know he was your husband, but I don’t think dad would want you depressed over his death that happened a long time ago! There are other ways to get over his death than just pushing yourself into your work,” I scolded her. “Maybe you right. You are a smart girl. Thank you for this talk,” she said in a low voice. I shrugged and gave her a hug. We stood up and took a deep breath. We quietly walked back down the beach to our house.
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