The Mission of the Century

We ran, hid next to parked cars, and followed him down the streets with our dark sunglasses on and with the sun that was stronger than ever, but it was a breezy day, perfect for what we just saw. We were being meticulous that we wouldn't be caught, it was the mission of the century. My friends said it wasn't him, that I was being ridiculous, they were in a point of dissension, it was frustrating, none of them believed me, but I knew it was him.

We walked down the streets, and continue following him, we couldn't believe, it was him, it was impossible that the 16 year old boy was in the same streets we were, in the streets of Manhattan. The guy our same age, but we all lionized, and talked about night and day, was only one block away from us.

He looked back, we hide behind two huge colored shrubs, I think he could see us or maybe think someone was behind him, because he started waking faster, and we couldn't keep up with his pace. We started running like sick old fans, and he did too, but he ran away from us, he was assimilated by a bunch of people that took him away from us, and ruined our one and only opportunity of meeting pop sensation Justin Bieber.