+&To the Beat of my Heart;; {a Justin Bieber Love Story}

"Jules, I like you very much," he quickly informed me.
"Oh," I said, climbing swiftly out of his car, "I like you very much, too!"
I felt the need too clarify, when he stopped me. He cleared his throat.
"When I said 'I like you very much,' I actually meant 'I love you.'"
"Oh," I said again, cracking him a nervous smile, "I actually meant the same thing." I shut the car door, listened to the faint click, and walked away.
;;Months Earlier;;
As a sophmore at Medford High, I'm expected to do the following:
1) Where my pants above my waist; with a belt if necessary
2) Pass every class, both semesters, every year; exceptionally
3) Have integrity everywhere I go and represent my school to the best of my abilities
4) Achieve my goals and set new ones; keep record to turn in every Friday to my homeroom teacher
5) Keep social; there's no such thing as a leper Jack-Rabbit! That's what you have Whisper-Boxes for!
Okay, to clarify, the list really goes like this:
1) When you're waddling up the stairs with your pants at your ankles, make sure your boxers don't have rubber duckies on them. At the very least, show some school spirit and get Easter bunnies.
2) When throwing paper balls at your teacher, be sure she/he recycles them
3) Don't murder a Blue Devil because he called your Momma a "fat, ugly hoebag". She got lypo, remember? So the fat part's not as true.
4) Don't forget to write down what you plan on eating after school and turn it in whenever your HR teacher isn't too hungover to take it up
5) Write notes to people and put them in their cubbies outside the main office.

As for number five, I don't understand the part about Jack-Rabbits being social. I mean, rabbits don't make noise! Much less "stay social". What the heII? They eat carrots and clean themselves.

My life story, to introduce myself:
December 22, 1995 - Juliet Marie Barber was born at some hospital in some state
December 23, 1995 - Juliet was sent to a foster home containing 6 kids. Ages ranging from 0 {me} - 14... I was sent away from there very quickly when my caseworker came and found me in the care of a four-year old wrapping me in Christmas tinsel
January 19, 1996 - I'm sent to a group home; I stay there until two weeks after my first birthday
February 7, 1996 - I'm sent to a new foster home. Mrs. Alverez has no other foster kids in her care. Only her biological 4-year old son, Romero.
February 14, 1996 - My first Valentines Day. Romero Alverez gives me a valentine and a kiss on the cheek. I can crawl and stand.
July 4, 1996 - I call Mrs. Alverez "Mama" when she lets me hold a sparkler on July 4th
August 9, 1996 - I'm evaluated by Georgia Baker, and kind black woman with a cozy cottage and a Golden Retriever named Scottie
August 25, 1996 - I spend 3 weeks with Georgia
December 22, 1996 - My second birthday; Georgia wants to adopt me
February 4, 1997 - Adoption is official; I go home with Georgia.

Anyway, a few months after I'm adopted, my last name is changed to Baker, Georgia becomes Gee, and I can start to live a some-what normal life as Juliet Marie Baker; the white girl with a black Gee.

As I've grown with Gee and Scottie, I've learned many things and seen many places and people.

The most I've ever seen of a person was when my former boyfriend, Louis Clark {Poor Louis.. stuck with that name.. on purpose} mooned me in second grade.

We broke up when he bit my lip when we were kissing, and made it bleed.

I have a dream to become an actress.

So, last week Gee flew me to LA for a few months for an audition.

I'm going out as Emily on a new ABC show, "Don't Forget Mary".

The most exciting part? I heard Justin Bieber is going out for the lead role, Colten Grant.

He's absolutly gorgeous and flawless in every way. I can't wait to meet him.


But before I can do that, I have to survive the auditions.
Plus all the crap that happens in LA on a daily basis.