(hope you guys enjoy. It's my first time writing a story like this.)
Alarm Clock Going Off* [For the 6th time] "Anna, get up! Mom needs you in the kitchen now!" I felt my sister pulling on my pajama sleeve, trying to get me up from the comfort of my soft and warm bed. I turned my body away from her, adjusting to the warmth of my sheets. "Anna C'mon!" She said slapping my butt. "God. Shut up Abbie!" I said groaning, and turning my body again, to have my stomach facing up. She smirked at me and turned to walk away. "You could try being less loud." I said as I put one foot out and hopped out of bed. I slowly turned my head to look at the time, when I noticed I was running half an hour late. I immediately ran towards the bathroom, to get ready. No wonder my mom needed me in the kitchen. She was mad, cause I had my job interview today. I was late. I ran into the kitchen, with my hands full. In one hand, I was carrying my bag for school and in the other, my portfolio, for my job interview I had today. "Ah. I'm running late! I'll be home later!" I yelled as I dashed past my mom cooking in the kitchen. "But Anna?" I looked at her with an 'I'm sorry face' and kept running. I hurried down the small steps that I had to go down, nearly tripping over my formal skirt that I was wearing. I hated wearing all of this, but I needed it, where I was going. I finally got to my car and got inside, I put my seatbelt on, for my safety, and started driving to the Bieber's home, but more like mansion, I should say. I was going there, for an interview with Pattie and Jeremy Bieber, they were looking for a Babysitter, House Maid, & a Driver. I was guessing to drive them and their son Justin around. Considering his fame, he needed someone to do his every need for him. I was in need of the job really badly. Mom was having issues paying the bills and we needed all the help we could get. So I volunteered to get a job. I was doing it to help my mom and my sister Abbie. They needed me. Abbie was only 15 and my mom was a single mother, they both needed me. I was only 17, but I could help, and I was going to. This was my first act, as an almost adult.I drove into the Bieber's driveway. My heart was pounding a little faster than before. I didn't know why. I wasn't usually the shy one of the pack. I stepped out of my car and started walking towards the entrance, only holding my portfolio at hand. I had left my school stuff back at the car. I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. One that was so loud, I could hear its ring all the way outside. "God! Its so Fricken early. What do you want? I'm not buying any fake crap from commercials!" I heard a masculine voice spit out, as he opened the door. I raised my head to look at him and noticed it was the son of the Bieber's. Justin Bieber. I stared at him, as he stood there staring back. His hair was a bit of a reck, his eyes had small forming dark bags under them, and his eyes squinted at me, as the sun's rays hit his blemish free face.