I was depressed, I had been woken up at 8am. Who the frick wakes a fourteen year old up at 8am?Alex apparently. So there I was, sitting behind Meg on this Harley Davidson which Alex was driving/riding.

Alex was good at riding a motorbike, I give him that, but this was pretty fricking scary.

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It started at 8am when Alex woke me up. He came into my room yelling, "Rose get up! Get up! We have to move, now!"

But I interpreted it as, "Rose! I am going to be a jerk and wake you up! And I'll make up this stupid story about us being in danger just to I can piss you off."

I moaned and rolled over. I was not a morning person.

"Rose! I am not joking. We need to move!" Alex pleaded. There was a tone of urgency in his voice that made me crawl out of bed before going to ensuite to have a shower and get dressed. When I got out of the shower I had a sudden realisation. All my clothes are at my house, like 3 hrs away from where we are. Shit.

I grab my phone and decide to call Meg.

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"Meg?

"Yes brat."

"I don't have any clothes. They are at my house."

"Why don't you check the closet?"

"Since when did my closet contain my clothes?"

"When my boyfriend, out of the goodness of his heart, went and got you your stupid clothes."

"Remind me to thank Alex."

"Trust me I will."

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I open up my closet and find my clothes all hung up in colour and seasonal order.

JOKES.

Inside my closet I find a large suitcase containing all my shoes and reasonable clothes in there. I got changed into my favourite high-waisted shorts and pink tshirt. I then selected a pair of baby pink wedges and raced downstairs taking my suitcase with me.

"Thanks Alex." I mumble as I pass him.

"It's ok." He replied. "I thought you would like to be in your own clothes that's all."

 "Thanks anyway... So why are we vacating."

"We've been discovered, you're being head-hunted. They probably think you know more than you should. 90% of the time this isn't the case, but criminals don't like to leave any witnesses."

"But-"

"I never said that you were in the 10% exception however, as I said criminals don't like to leave any hints, traces or clues. It makes our job even harder. I assume you know very little of the situation but the criminals don't know how much you do know."

"Okay... but where are we going?"

"Classified."

'Can I know your last name?'

"Blackburn. Why do you want to know."

"Do you have Facebook?"

"Classified."

"Do you have Instagram?

"Classified."

"You do don't you?"

"Classified."

"Come on! Is everything classified?"

"No I am trying to avoid being stalked."

"Fair enough so I've got my stuff how are we being transported?"

"My bike."

"Will it fit all of us?"

"No just you and I."

"What about Meg?"

'She's going to drive the car, give your stuff to her.'

"Why does she get to go in the car?"

"Because you are the target and I don't want to put her in any danger." I reluctantly handed over my stuff to Meg. Alex then turned to Meg.

"See you soon babe." Alex said softly before leaning in close and kissing her.

I'll just leave it there because this romantic stuff is making me feel sick!

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So there I was, on the back of a blue Harley Davidson, clinging onto Alex.

"Tell me again why we left the safe-house?" I yelled above th roar of the wind in my ears.

'"I will tell you later, but now, we have company." I turned my head and look behind us, great we were being followed. I can see two men in leather jackets on motorbikes chasing us. As I am scanning for more I see Meg, in the car, not being bothered by anyone.

Were these guys after me? Alex picked up speed and we were racing along the motorway. I screamed. 

"Geez we are still in the speed limit. You are really on edge aren't you:' Alex said.

"I'm sorry. I have never been on a motorbike before."

"Well this isn't going to be a pleasant first ride then."

Just as Alex had finished his last words an ear piercing scream was heard from behind us.