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2008

I ran over to mom and tugged on her pant leg. "MOMMY! MOMMY!" She did not even look down at me as she was carrying a laundry basket.

"I'm trying to do stuff right now!" mom yelled at me again. I ignored her and kept tugging. I wanted to tell her about the show we were having at my school, but she kicked her leg away from me. This caused me to lose my grip and I landed on the floor. Seconds later the floor vibrates as if someone was running across the hardwood floor.

"MOM, MOM I'M GOING TO BE FAMOUS! A man commented under my Chris Brown video and he wants to meet up with me to get me into the music business!" I was young so I can't remember much but I know that was it all started...That's when I lost the family I thought would always be there for me.

Looking back again I realize, I lost them way before. I just never noticed it since I was only 10 years old. However, as I got older, I saw more signs of favoritism. Siblings always accuse parents of favoritism, so I figured that I was just being a typical little sister.

Ever since they found out Justin had a voice. My small school events became less and less important. They say family doesn't have favorites but that was pretty damn hard to believe with this family. Justin always posted videos of him singing, Only because back when he was fourteen and mom wanted family and friends to hear him. Then he got a message from this dude who wants to be his manager and after that, it was as if everything flew by fast. First, we all flew to L.A and went to a lot of meetings. I went to less and less and stayed with my grandparents. He got signed, became famous, started going on tour and I was left behind for school. Ever since I saw less of my older brother and that always made me upset...he would only visit for Christmas and sometimes spring break but then the visits stopped.

2015

I walked over to the freezer to get some ice cream like I always do after dinner. I realized that my grandparents have been very quiet. That's odd normally they ramble about Justin Bieber, okay maybe I am over exaggerating. They are sweet and I love my grandparents. It's my fault I don't give them much to gush about.

"Hun we have something to tell you..." my grandmother started looking at me but not in my eyes, so I can tell it's not good news. I start to think of all the things that could have happened. With the lack of contact I have with my family, I am always forced to assume things that happen on the road. Is Justin hurt? Does the bus gets hijacked? That happens to celebrities, right?

I study her lips as she speaks and focuses on her words. "So Hun you know me and your gramps are getting old.." my mind automatically flew to death. They were the only ones there for me I can't live without them. They helped me through a lot, health-wise.

"Are you guys okay? What's wrong? Is it your back? What did the doctor say? I can quit the clubs and help tak-" I rambled suggestions before they cut me off. I was going crazy worried.

"We are perfectly fine Juliette!" My grandfather yelled trying to calm me down. But there was a look in his eyes. Annoyance? I was always closer to my grandmother, she was the only person in the family that treated me and my brother-Justin the same.

"Then what's the problem?" I sit down with my mug of ice cream and looked at them, but they only studied each other, trying to get on the same page about whatever news I am about to receive. "Helllo....?" Trying to snap them back to reality. They left me hanging on a cliff.

"Juliette, me and gramps are going to go see the world... we want to see things we never thought we would be able to see." my grandpa said cautiously. His look told me he was nervous about me getting mad. Why would I get mad? I understand they have money from retirement, what else would they spend it on? Well, I guess college for me, but hey there is a strip club in every city.

"That's so cool! So why the glum faces?" I took a bite of my strawberry ice cream. My favorite.

"You're not going with us." I rolled my eyes. Is that really what they thought I would be upset about?

"Well duh, I have school! I can stay at one of the girls' houses-" Grandpa was quick to cut me off.

"Your mom requested that we send you to her..." He said quickly. Requested? Send me? I am some sort of package to her?

"But she is on tour with Justin?" They both nodded at me.

"You're going to be on the road and then when the tour is over you will be able to live in L.A-"

"MOVE TO L.A? What the hell!" They both looked taken back but knew what was coming. "WHY! Every time you guys go on business trips I stay with my frie-" I stopped myself. They retired years ago..."Those were not business trips were they?" They both sat in shame. But I still did not get the answer I wanted. I laughed pulling all the puzzle pieces together on my own. There is no way my mom and Justin can go so long without seeing them.

"We jus-"

"Just don't give a shit about me..." I completed. My grandmother looked sorry, but to me that means nothing. They don't give a shit about me. No one in my family gives a shit about me.

"Of course we do.."

"Really?" I let out a laugh and lay back into my seat.

"Hun I know it's going to be hard but Justin.." Justin fucking Bieber, I need to change my name. Juliette Drew Thompson, Juliette Drew Pitt. Ew.

"Okay," I said in response before eating a big spoon full of my ice cream.

"Okay? So you understand?" they asked and I nodded.

"Oh yeah... you guys are old and want to travel the world and find pink ponies and happy skies with the money your precious grandson gave you...make me move to another country, where I'm going to have to try all over again after I have been in this district since birth... you guys revolve my world around Justin...what he wants he gets... YES, I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU DON'T GIVE A FLYING PIGS SKIN ABOUT HOW I WOULD FEEL! STARTING ALL OVER...so yes...I FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT THIS FUCKING FAMILY IS SHIT TO ME." I threw the mug that I was eating out of... it was the one I made my mom for mother's day years ago. She never used it. I stormed upstairs and slammed the door. I looked at my wall coated with pictures. Some from magazines and most from friends. I slid down my door like they do in the movies. If I did cry, it's because I didn't get to finish my ice cream.

Not because I knew that everything was about to change.

I got up and laid on my bed. Every breath I took the more it hit me. Prom was going to go on without me, graduation and farewell parties. Senior ditch day. All of those plans are gone.

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