Justin Bieber Backpack Novels & Stories

She threw him a water bottle and laughed. "No, you're my first one. I just packed everything that I thought that I would want to have had I been missing," she replied with a shrug and left the tent. He peered into the backpack she left. He found an old pair of black sweatpants and a huge mustard yellow sweatshirt with Young Entrepreneur scrawled across the front. He really hoped these weren't an ex-boyfriend's, or current. His thoughts turned dark thinking about the man he saw her with.

They all seemed to be talking amongst their friends, ignoring the other groups around them. Two people stood at the front gate. One wore a smile as bright as her green eyes, but the other only looked on in slight confusion, a scowl upon his face. His hands were deep into the pockets of his uniform. On his back was a black backpack that held all of the necessary things he needed for a day at school. He began to wonder how a normal human could carry so much. It was nothing to him, but for his companion it seemed a bit difficult.

She hurriedly picked it up with the other hand, weighed it, and looked at him again, "Can I open it?" "I told you it’s for you. It’s up to you whether or not you want to open it." Benedict looked awkward. Lily smiled, slightly unzipped the backpack, looked inside, and found a large piece of wood packed in a bag. No wonder it was so heavy. There was also a faint, elegant, and memorable scent. It was what Lily had been looking for all this time, and she was surprised, “Didn’t you say you didn’t have anymore?” "It’s true." Benedict let go of his hands and put them in his trouser pockets. He raised his chin and did not look at the backpack. He seemed worried he would change his mind and take it

I was in his toom, fussing over what to take and what to not, for I was scared they would miss something, after the long trip away from work that they had. I sighed and slumped on a chair, letting Justin pack the things I chose for him. "I don't need these...and these...an- you seriously did not pack my dumbles did you?" My eyes were closed, so I had to open them to see what Justin was talking about. He held the bag of dumbles up for me to see. I noded innocently. Justin sighed and bowed his head, completely surprised at my behaviour. I floated down next to him on the ground and sat down without making a single noise.

Sarreth added that I could not understand. Ah, we are now on our way to meet that mysterious goddess of mine and yes, Sam gave me a backpack. It’s just not a normal backpack because of a lot of stuff inside. Of course, I could feel the weight of the backpack Sam had given me. The backpack is black with no design. Only the silver zipper holder is the unique color that I liked. And locker? The fuck is locker, anyway? I stared at the black card I was holding. What is this card for? Why do I have a name here?

I’m sure there’s sunscreen in my make-up kit stuffed into my luggage, but I need one in my backpack just in case. I spare a few seconds to inspect my reflection in the mirror. No make-up, wearing a gray t-shirt underneath the jean jacket and blue jeans, standing in my red Nikes with my backpack overstuffed; I look like a regular teenage girl ready and excited for a school trip. “Bella!” Habiba calls impatiently. I sprint out. “I’m here, let’s go.”

I snorted. "We'll go." Justin said, nudging me. "I'd like to apologise on behalf of my sister, Justin." He said to him. Justin just gave him a curt nod. I borrowed T-shirt from Justin and put on my cop's joggers. I still haven't gotten any chance to bring my clothes and other stuffs. And then there was Justin, in olive joggers and black t-shirt, he looked fine. Why can't I be as good looking as him? It's such a shame.

I pack like my life's a garage sale. I stuff my parents' old photos and a few trinkets into the backpack. The ultrasound pic goes in a waterproof bag, tucked against my skin like a secret talisman. And clothes, just the practical and warm stuff. Everything else goes into a big junk box. In the corner, the sketchbooks sit like guilty relics. Pages crammed with his face. Killian, over and over, my stupid obsession frozen in ink. I flip one open, trace a line with my finger.

The other lay limp in her lap. Her expression was stricken with grief. As though the world had ended around her… and she had been forced to watch it happen. “What the hell is going on here…” Julian murmured. They approached slowly. Every movement sounded heavy. Intrusive. Inappropriate in the suffocating silence. Julian shrugged the straps of his backpack from his shoulders as they reached the dais. He reached inside and pulled out something wrapped tightly in dark cloth — layer upon layer bound around it, as though whatever lay beneath was too important… or too fragile… to leave exposed.

The elite families now all looked down on Carmen and Lisa, grinding Howard's reputation into the ground. In the car, Justin held his little backpack dearly, wiping it with his hands over and over. "Do you like this backpack a lot?" Erin asked. Justin nodded obediently. "Yes, it's from Dad." After a moment of loss, Justin spoke again. "He gave it to me." Erin leaned in and teased Justin to cheer him up. "Little handsome guy, give me a kiss." Justin hesitated for a moment, then kissed Erin on the cheek. "I will take responsibility for you."