What would you do if you were told to leave everything you had and go undercover? If a psycho man was trying to kill you because of an old family secret your parents wouldn't tell you about?

That is exactly what happens to Spencer Breakes. She has to leave everything and move from New York City to Stratford in Canada with her family without telling anyone.

She was told never to trust or bond with anyone, but what happens when she suddenly finds herself getting closer to the boy, Justin Bieber, living next door? Her parents tells her to stay away from him, cause superstars can not be trusted, but will she?

Her whole body screams "danger ahead", but what if hiding has made her bored?

Will she continue her undercover life or risk everything and fall?

"You can't fly unless you let yourself fall"


2. Chapter 1 ~ The Goodbye

"Have you got everything Sp- Hanna?" Someone knocked on the car window. I paused my music and looked up. "Have you got everything Hanna?" Only 8th time she asks me. I was trying to control my temper. "YES MOM! FOR GODS SAKE, HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU HAVE TO ASK ME?" i pressed play again and focused on my music instead of my furious mom yelling at me for being rude. Get over it bitch. I watched her walk away towards the house. I was in the car waiting for them to finish whatever they were doing.

Since the day at Agent Russels office i'd had problems controlling my temper and I had not left my room. well.. until now. Maybe because of the fact that a killer was looking for us. It was making me hella paranoid and angry.
Today was the day we were moving to Canada. So excited. Note my sarcasm. I sighed and looked out of the car window. I waited another 20 minutes. Where the hell were they? We were gonna miss our flight. On the other hand.. if we missed our flight, we could not leave.

"Are you guys ready to leave?" My mom asked when she, my dad and brother finally joined me in the car. "No, that's why I've been waiting for you in this car for more than 1 hour" I answered her coldly. She turned around so that she could see me. "I know this is weird honey, but can you please trust us when we say this for your best. Best for all of us!" I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Like you trust me enough to tell why there's someone out there trying to kill us?" She opened her mouth to protest, but I cut her off. "Can we just leave? I wanna get out of this car as soon ad possible" my dad Bruce and brother Mike had been quiet during the whole conversation. They sat still as were they made of stone.
Mom sighed and sat back in her seat. "Let's go Bruce" She told dad and then we left. My eyes didn't leave our home before it was completely out of sight. I already missed home. I missed Courtney. She thought we were going to the beach together tomorrow. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I was the worst best friend you could ever imagine. Tomorrow she was gonna find out I was gone for good. I Shut my eyes and focused on the music in my ears. I was hoping that when i opened them again I would in my room with Courtney like any other normal day. But that didn't happen.

When we arrived at the airport, dad went to talk to some men that was gonna take care of our car, while the rest of us carried the luggage inside. We checked in when my dad came back and we boarded the plane leaving USA.

"Can you please be nice to mom? This is just as hard for the rest of us as it is for you." We had been on the plane for 1 hour. Mom and dad were sitting together a few rows behind me and Mike. Mike and me hadn't said a word to eachother, therefore I was surprised when he suddenly spoke. I looked away from the window, where the clouds were turning pink, and
looked at Mike who was waiting for an answer. "Why? I have every right to be mad at her!" I hissed at him. And I was right. I had every right to know why there was someone out there that wanted to kill me and my family. "I know Spe- Hanna, but as I said before, this is weird for all of us, and we have to stick together as a family to make it through this shit." I knew he was right.
Even though Mike was a year younger than me, he was acting like my big brother. No critic.. I liked it.
I sighed "okay okay, I'll try." I rolled my eyes and looked out of the window. I heard him chuckle, but I was too tired to ask why. Mike's real name is Nate. It was weird to call him Mike now.

Maybe Mike was right. Maybe I should be nicer to mom and dad. I don't know. I mean, I'm almost 18 and they don't trust me with a stupid secret that even involves me. Dickheads. It wasn't gonna be easy.
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