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Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or the Witness Protection Program

Chapter 1: The Departure

I stared at my reflection, hardly believing the transformation that had taken place. My glasses were gone, replaced with brown contact lenses. My hair, which I had proudly grown down to my shoulders, was cut close to my head, causing what little hair that remained to stick out at odd angles. They completely changed my wardrobe, as well. Back in Maryland, I was a geek, and dressed accordingly. White button up shirts, plaid bow ties and matching pants, big black glasses, the pocket protector. You name it; I wore it. Now, the federal government had me in jeans. And t-shirts. I felt so uncomfortable, but I knew I had to tolerate it. It was a matter of life or death.

It happened a week ago. My friends and I had finished playing a riveting game of Dungeons and Dragons that lasted much longer than we anticipated. Not having a car of my own, due to the fact that what money I did make was used for a robot my friends and I were making for this competition we were planning on entering, I walked home. It was pretty late at night, around 9:45. I decided to take a shortcut down this alley, hoping I'd make it home before my curfew. Who would've known that this one decision could alter my life completely?

It was down this alley that I saw something. Something bad. I didn't know what to do, so I panicked. My conniption unfortunately garnered the attention of the baddie. He saw me, and I saw him. I knew he had my face memorized, as I did his (thanks to my photographic memory). Knowing he'd been seen, he barreled toward me. I screamed, and ran as fast as I could. Thankfully, I had lots of practice running, seeing as the football team's favorite pastime was chasing me. I scampered down another alleyway, hoping to lose him. I heard his footsteps coming closer, and I knew he would eventually catch up to me if I didn't act quickly. I then saw a garbage bin, and without thinking, I jumped in it, and buried myself as deep inside as I could.

It smelled awful. But once again, I was grateful that I had experience being dumped into a trashcan, thanks to the football team. I remember promising myself that if I made it through this alive, I'd thank them. Or at least make catching me a hell of a lot easier. I heard him approach the garbage bin, his breath ragged. I held my breath, afraid that just one breath would result in my demise. He paused momentarily, as if looking around for me. Fortunately, after what felt like eons, he began running in the opposite direction.

I was so scared. I didn't know if moving was the smartest decision, even though I knew he left. Considering how my luck had played out, I decided to stay put and called the police.

And that's how I wound up in Middle America, Minnesota, or wherever the hell we were. When I told the police what happened, they immediately put my parents and me in the Witness Protection Program. It was awful. We had to change our names, though luckily, they allowed us to keep our first names. They said something about it making the transition more natural. But we had to leave our normal lives without getting to say goodbye to anyone. They took away my cell phone, deleted my e-mail and Facebook. They completely severed what ties I had to my former life. I felt so alone.

Logan Henderson had disappeared, and in his place was Logan Mitchell, the new kid in town. And today was my first day of high school.

A/N: There's the first chapter! Sorry it's so short. It should lengthen as the plot unfolds. Not quite sure where I want to go with this story, but we'll see. Thanks for reading! Review if you'd like :)