{Third Person..}
She sits on her on her king bed, staring at the wall ahead of her. Her heart had jumped from its place and shattered against the concrete of her stomach- Moments ago.
The tears had stopped after no more could appear. Her body felt numb, horribly numb.
She missed her home.
She missed her mother and father.
She missed her ass of a sister.
She missed New Jersey!
Now? She sits in her rich step uncles house in England. She sits in the much too large bedroom that held her and her things.
"Saige?" The strong accent pulled through the door and reached her ears. She said nothing though. Just a large, depressing sigh. "Saige, dinner is ready. Please come and eat? Its been weeks."
Weeks will soon turn into months, she thought to herself, and then I'll be dead like the rest of my family.
Its true, Simon was her only relative now. Simon was in the letter her parents had wrote her.
But her little spy will help her through it- maybe.
Why? Because her winged spy isn't even known to her.
Louis Tomlinson...
«« A/N: Horrible but lets try it. I'll delete or give it to anyone who wants the story if it doesn't work out .xx »»
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Spy With Wings
RandomSaige Johnson. Family of Simon Cowel. Her whole family back home are dead and they leave a letter. She flies to London, showing up- unknown- on her Uncle Simons doorstep. She's forced to move in and, unknowingly, has a little spy. A spy with wings...
