Narative wrtiting/ character creating

Hi Bloggers,

we have been doing some narrative writing to start off the year but we also had to create a character as well. For a bit of context, my Main Character is named Melissa Bruan, Her dad is Justin Bieber's manager and suddenly he has mysteriously died. can she find out the cause of his death? did Justin Beiber have a part in this? find out when you read my story.

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the trees rustling in the wind and see a tall figure by my window, one of the main features was that he had the police uniform on, I freaked out quickly rushed out of bed and went to the door. To my surprise, I see two more officers there. I opened the door. They glared at me for a second. “ I’m sorry Miss that we have to inform you that you’re father is dead.” I was a bit taken back after I heard what they said.  “ he was found with two arms missing in his Hollywood apartment about 2:50 Pm yesterday Afternoon.” “why were his two arms missing?” as I asked when I feel drops of water on my cheeks. The second one responded, “ well we have no idea Maybe it was a hitman after Justin Beiber or Maybe it was just for animal consumption.” I scrunch my nose at the idea and think of what just happened this morning. While the officers were walking off I stopped crying, why were his arms just cut off like that? 

Before the police left they asked me if I wanted to pick up anything from his hotel room, I agreed and before The sunset, I was driving off 13 miles west to Hollywood. When I got there all the lights were beaming at my pale face, yet the street was filled with nothing but police sirens and crying. As I stepped into the lobby with the strong smell of blood, suffocating my nostrils, I tried to find the hotel number 3. I found it on the second floor surrounded by caution tape that made me feel uneasy I opened the door to see blood splattered over the walls and my dad’s body erased from the scene. I scammed the room looking for any valuable objects when I saw a card saying sorry on it. This was when my mother died back in 2015 and Justin Beiber sent him a sorry card and a pay rise. It was kind of a double apologizing because also in 2015 he got arrested for drunk driving and my dad had to get him out of a 5000 dollar fine. I picked it up and looked inside, nothing much. I took it as I started to walk to the master bedroom, there I saw a newspaper and a photo with me, my dad and my younger sister, who sadly died because of my mother’s smoking problem.

I took a closer look at the newspaper and saw A title in huge bold text writing “what do you mean?” I knew it was back to the time when my dad was going to work for Taylor Swift instead, but Taylor Swift’s manager refused to give up his position leaving him to choose between the two artists. He chooses to keep being  Justin Bieber’s manager, but Justin Beiber was a little bit jealous seeing my dad was going to work with someone of what seemed at the time better than him.

I slowly walked over to the golden lace photo where my past younger sister was, therewith Justin and my parents, in front of them there was the word baby in silver writing. At first, I got the joke, but then I was kind of confused. Why were these objects all referring to Justin Beiber’s songs? Most of these are mostly negative things. Dad always said I overthink but maybe Justin has something to do about my dad’s death.

I over-looked the rest of the hotel finding nothing of interest when I walked out and started to go down the stairs, over the speaker I heard Justin Beiber’s new hit song yummy. It only just came out today and it already is number one in today’s hit songs. I felt a little lump in my throat, all these Justin Beiber songs just want me to want to regurgitate. I decided to go home, not to morn, but to research. The detectives wanted to meet up with me he very next day to discuss the court hearing if they catch the culprit and what will happen to my dad’s body. 

Looking up the song lyrics to “yummy” with each lyric I knew there was something about my dad in them, him staying on the run when he was moving house and had to take a couple of days off, He also partly cooked for Justin as well and my dad used to joke about how Justin would always say yummy whenever he cooked. Finally, my dad was quite the party animal and Justin whenever he visited would always say he was very Lit which was another line in his song.

I thought I had enough evidence to consult the Detective about it, he noticed all my notes and said that they were rubbish. When I tried to explain he simply cut me off and kept talking about how they were going to remove the body from the hotel. “Hang on, when I went there to collect some of my dad’s stuff his body was gone!” He looked at me with a shocked expression and told me maybe the ambulance took him out, but I was not fully persuaded yet.

After the meeting, I decided to go to Justin Beiber’s Hotel room Just to get some more information that may lead to some more findings, there was no security due to all of them being around Justin Beiber 24/7 but surprisingly no security for me even though my father has just been brutally murdered . with nothing too important in the room I started to look through cupboards when I came across an old bookshelf with extremely old books like, Little woman and wuthering heights on it. I was confused, while the rest of the room had all Luis Vitton and champion, this bookshelf was different from the rest  I pulled a book out like what they do in the movies and it came out with the whole bookshelf moving and my dad’s torso stuffed inside a wall with Scarlett blood around it. With my heart pounding and me wanting to cry. I got up the courage and ran downstairs so the staff could finally arrest the culprit. Huffing and puffing after what thought like an eternity of stairs I saw a face I recognized, Justin Beiber himself. 

By the way, I was running he knew what I saw, with his security blocking up all the entrances and me looking for a window I spotted A new face standing by him, He was wearing one of my dad’s famous black suits with a golden name tag saying manager on it. Hold on, Is that his new manager? Already?!  Maybe if I go upstairs there may be an emergency exit that Justin’s security isn’t hogging. I spent another 10 minutes looking around the floor with no luck, but then I realized Justin’s room may have an exit.

With going back to the room I glanced at the bookshelf not as I had left it I turned around and saw Justin Beiber with blood and guts around his mouth with a bit of my dad’s T-shirt over his head while holding a Hockey stick in his hand. The last words he ever said to me were, “Picture perfect you don’t need a filter”  then he knocked me out and I never saw the light of day again.