Normal. That's a funny word. N-o-r-m-a-l. Normal. I guess that is what everyone is, apart from me. Lying, deceiving little old me.
"This fat bitch can't do anything right!" Says a little devilish voice in the back of my head.
"Thanks." I say to myself in return.
I close my eyes and cover my face up with my hands "why?" I ask myself. By this point your reading this wondering what the fucks going on that's making me like this (sorry for the bad language, you'll get used to it). Hmm well, read on and you'll find out. The names Heidi by the way ;).
It started on the 6:00AM, 9th of April 2013, when I got called into the head office, London. I staggered into the building, still hungover from the night before (now that night is what I call a great night!), and slumped myself down into a chair in the waiting room. I glanced over to the 'Big Man's' office door waiting for it to swing open. I turned back to looking at my lap and I sat fiddling with my pass card. 'This card is to certify that Heidi Anna Mitchell, or as the guys call me, Ham, is under the influence of the private authorisation of D.P.P.A- Donavan's Private Protection Agency. Yeah you may have guessed-I'm a secret agent, otherwise known as- a spy. My parents are, I mean, were. They're dead, gone because of this bad-ass criminal that shot them there and then. Now I only have me, myself and I. Well I suppose the guys count, but they're just business partners, nothing more than that.
"Mitchell ," I heard a hoarse voice call "get your ass in here, we need to talk."
"Alright." I grunted as I sat up and put my pass card into my back pocket. I followed him into his office and he slammed the door shut. "Sit." I did as I was told.
"What do you want Donavan?" I asked as I narrowed my eyes in suspicion
" I have some business for you and don't ask me can't anyone else do it because they can't."
"What sort of business? You know I haven't been doing business since mum and dad died."
"Yes Mitchell, I know that. You'll get back into the swing of things and anyway... This job isn't THAT bad, I have to say if I was you I would be rather privileged." He trailed off
"Privileged?" I asked with confusion "What do you mean, just get to the point Donavan." I sighed.
"Ok" he started "just don't get too excited ok?" He smirked
"Oh for gods sake, I'm 17 nearly 18, not six and gets excited about everything! Just tell me!" I snapped
"Alright, alright. Justin Bieber, yes? You heard of him? Pretty famous, 19 years of age, Canadian."
"Yes, I'm not thick, I know who he is, I'm a die hard fa-" I stopped, not being careful enough about my choice of words. "Never mind."
"Uh ok, umm..." He stuttered "right I'll just get to the point. You are going to meet him."
"You what?! OMG really, I lov-" stopping myself again, thinking about my choice of words.
"Ok, we'll that's not the end of it. I, I mean, WE will be setting you up with him."
"So basically what your saying is that I am going to meet Justin Bieber, flirt with him, then go out with him?!" I said, holding back the excitement in my voice.
"Uhh basically, yeah. But we need to go through a few rules and regulations before you get yourself too worked up,ok?"
"Wait hang on a minute, you said that he was gonna go out wi-"
"Yes, I know what your going to ask next, 'What if he doesn't like me?' And you'll be pleased to know he does."
" wh- what?! What the hell are you not telling me?!"
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A spy's trust (Justin Bieber)
FanfictionA criminal for a backing dancer, Justin doesn't know what he's got himself into. That's when Heidi steps in. As an undercover agent she is there to protect Justin and the people around him, and to capture this guy. But what she doesn't now is how mu...
