I've been hearing a lot in the news lately about that girl's kid not being Justin Beiber's. I don't know about you, but I've recently been wanting to know what it'd be like to be his kid. You can say I'd be rich, with my own blinged out binky, but what do you think would really happen if Justin Beiber were my dad? (heck your dad with all the claims spewing out there) So I planned a creative writing experiment. You can participate too. Here are my results. (Hypothetically speaking!)
Okay so I'm sitting here waiting for daddy to come pick me up. I'm 2 years old. (yeah he had me when he was 15) I'm wearing my "Baby, Baby" t-shirt a fan made for him and threw at him along with a water bottle. (Poor daddy, she was trying to keep you hydrated, at least that's what the Youtube comments say. Relax Einstein, my mom was reading them out loud to me. She's his # 1 fan you know.) She reminded me of my mommy. Oh yeah she totally bought all his merch and was like going crazy when she got her VIP pass to one of his concerts. I was totally conceived there.
I can remember her retelling her friends the whole story. She was 14, recently finished her first year of high school and newly elected president of the Beiber fan club. She had long, brown hair and braces. (They're the invisalign ones. She's getting them off next year, at least that's what she says.) She was the most improved in her class and she was going to college to be a lawyer. Then that one wine cooler induced steamy night of passion made me. (She won't go into the details of the tryst for fear of hurting my delicate, toddler ears.) Oh crap, daddy's here!
My mom opens the car door and let's the Beibs in and he kisses my forehead. I throw up on him some pink and green Gogurt and he puts me on his lap while he cleans his shirt. I smile at him. He tells mommy something about the 16 and pregnant show, how she can't qualify since she's not preggers. She said yes she can and pulled out a pregnancy test with a plus sign on it. (I was taught letters and signs when I was 6 months old thank you!)Poor daddy just sits in the car and weeps a little. I don't blame him.
Article by: Rosemary Jasmine Rivera
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