Justin Bieber Backpack Novels & Stories

“I don’t trust you. I know you wouldn’t.” “We’ll take this then.” I snatched it from his open hands before he could tuck it away. Removing it from the leather sheath, I admired the sharp edges, clear looks and the curve of the handle. “Excuse us.” Ace nodded at the man then pulled me into the room. “Hey, Tina.” “Morning!” Waving with a hand, she hoisted a backpack over her shoulder with the other. “What is in that?” “Food, water, snacks, a map, shirts and a phone. Liam brought them this morning.”

Then the song of Justin Bieber, Ghost playing now. I unpack my things in an orderly manner. I'm an organized person, and I like everything in its place, so I carefully unpack my clothes. It's not that much anyway because I don't want to stay here for too long, much more now because I know who my father's fiancee is. I was almost finished when the DJ played another song. I began to neatly pick out everything in my luggage when a silver bracelet dropped from the clothes I was carrying. I picked out the white silver bracelet and sat on the edge of my bed. I saw the initials craft on it.

Going into my room, I grabbed one of the few bags I kept in the closet and packed a few days worth of clothes. “Don’t forget your trunks!” Justin called from the other room. Spinning on my heel, I grabbed the swimming trunks out of the closet and shoved them into the top over the backpack. Justin was already racing down the stairs when I closed the door to my room. I followed after him and growled loud enough for even Carl to stop. “You’re not driving all the way there.” “You’re not driving my car.” Shaking my head, I tossed my backpack in the back seat. “You move your butt or I make you move your butt. You’re choice but I will say, I partially hope you will take the hard way.”

Like I said I really don't know why. "Well, I have sweat in places that you can't begin to comprehend." I am wearing a red sports bra and jean shorts. Wilder had ditched his shirt before we began walking and I am defiantly not complaining of the view. "Take." He removes the huge backpack he has been mugging around all day, I have no clue what is in there. "Why?" I questioned but I collected the heavy backpack. "Back it and then hop on my back." I did as instructed.

"I hope I'm there to see it." “I doubt that. He’d have to take his head out of his ass first.” I laugh to myself at that image. “I bet he doesn’t even realize I’m gone until he can’t find his lucky sticks for tomorrow’s show.” She gasps. “Tell me you didn’t hide them. You’re so bad. He’s going to flip.” I laugh. “Well, when he freaks out, they are in the bottom zipper compartment of his black backpack on the bus.”

"Now would you like to explain why you have Tristan's backpack in your damn closet?" I tried to come up with something but after opening and closing my mouth several times and words failed me, I gave up. I continued staring at the backpack in shock and confusion. I could feel my heart in my stomach and the nausea on my tongue. "Exactly what I thought." Jax said with enthusiasm. The backpack, Tristan's backpack was the one he was carrying the night he was killed and it was now in Jax's hand, smeared with dried blood and dirt. "This is impossible.... I.... I never----"

The first thing he grabbed out was a diaper, and the second one, a diaper, too. He was dumbfounded. As he kept taking things out of the backpack, he saw pacifiers, bottles, and toilet paper. Lei Tianrui looked so reluctant and couldn't believe that he had just paid a hundred million for. He kept digging and nothing came out. The backpack was already empty, without a thing in it. He cried out crazily, "That's impossible! The treasures, where did you put them?" He used to see the backpack as a treasure, but it turned out not to be. There was no trace of treasures in it at all.

He loosened a sigh, and stuffed the phone in his hip pocket. The address seemed close by, so switching outfits did not seem too smart. He had to attend to Yvette with what he had on, which weren't short of a leather jacket, white colour stained t-shirt, and a ripped denim jean. Coffee, and paint were the perfume that invaded the air under his arm when he sniffed it. His fingers still wore the shades of red and black colours, while tiny drops of white and gold, glinted off the backpack he had scrapped off the floor, just a few minutes after Yvette's text.

It was made especially for the kids with disabilities, so they can have a wider room but lesser people inside. She exhaled and grabbed the handle of the door. Marian got the black ballpen over the side table, stuffed it back on the backside of her slacks, and was about to turn the knob when she felt that someone was watching her. Justin widened his eyes when he saw that Marian opened the door suddenly and peeked over the hallway. Justin was so surprised with Marian that he quickly turned back around just when she saw and called the guy wearing a charcoal backpack that has the logo of Jansport on it. Marian saw that the guy was also wearing black slacks and a white polo that seems to be the u

"Yes, I bought them. They're all in here. You know what? There's a sharpener on the end of my new pencil case! The pencils inside are nice too. There's a cactus-shaped one! And the eraser smells good! I like to smell it. Mommy kept reminding me that it's not edible. Also, I bought a new water bottle. The straw will come out when you open the lid. That way, I don't have to worry about spilling water when I drink." River blinked at Summer's report. "I get it. You bought a lot of stuff. But why are you still wearing this backpack? You could have bought a new one." "Because this is my favorite backpack. It has followed me to many places. We have so many memories. I'll never replace it," Summer p