Grief Stricken
By Half an Inch
This takes place after Scorpia rising, when as Alex goes to live with the Pleasures.
"Bye, Mom," Sabina Pleasures said as she hurriedly stuffed a piece of toast into her mouth.
A sixteen year old blonde boy stifled a laugh.
Sabina turned to the one and only, Alex Rider.
"What's so funny?" She demanded, arms crossed over her chest. "Not all of us have late start."
Alex managed to smooth out his features and say, "I think the bus is here."
Sabina turned her neck at whiplash speed and saw, sure enough, the bus was here.
"I hate you," She growled, as she gave the boy a quick peck on the lips.
Grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl, she rushed to catch the bus.
Elizabeth Pleasures watched the two teenagers with something akin to pride.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" She asked the boy.
Alex checked his watch. "Nah. I still have five minutes."
He took that time to finish his breakfast and change his clothes. After he was ready to go, he shouldered his backpack, and cycled to school.
"Anatomy is the study of the structure of animals and their parts. In some of its facets, anatomy is closely related to embryology, comparative anatomy and comparative embryology,through common roots in evolution. Human anatomy is important in medicine.
The discipline of anatomy is subdivided into gross (or macroscopic) anatomy and microscopic anatomy. Gross anatomy is the study of structures that can, when suitably presented-"
Alex tuned out his teachers boring tone and glanced outside the window.
Since moving to America, his grades had improved tenfold. He hadn't told his teachers of his multiple absences back in England. He thought he would have better chances if he kept that tidbit of information to himself.
Sure enough, he made a lot more friends than he had at Brooklands (which had been a lot). Everyone in America was welcoming and kind.
Despite that, he had his own fair share of girls hitting on him. When he confronted the matter with Sabina, she had simply shrugged it off.
"Because your British. Girls swoon for the accent. That, and the fact that your way hotter than those jerks at school."
"Alex? Can you please tell us the answer to question one?" The teacher, Mr. Kern, asked from the front of the room breaking him out of his stupor.
Alex looked at his book. "Metabolism, Sir."
Some of the girls giggled. Alex mentally whacked himself in the head.
Here in America, they don't call teachers 'Sir'. He scolded himself.
The rest of the lesson was rather boring.
When the bell rang, a pretty blonde haired girl came up to him.
Alex mentally prepared himself. She had loads of makeup on her face, and she was wearing sparkly, pink, clothes and high heels. He could just tell she was the stuck up, cheerleading type.
"Hi! I...just um..."
Alex raised an eyebrow.
"Heresmynumber!" She blurted and shoved a piece of paper in his hand. She then scooted away to her group of friends.
Alex sighed and shoved the paper into his pocket were a handful of other girls' numbers resided.
As he walked to his next class, Nico and Zima caught up with him. The two of them were know as the 'goth twins' by the rest of the school. An appropriate nickname considering the circumstances.
They both had black hair with red streaks and black ripped up clothes. The three of them had become fast friends the day Alex had moved in (partly because they were his neighbors).
"I haven't met a single girl here who doesn't have a crush on you," Nico commented.
Zima, the girl, frowned. "They're just jealous."
Alex shook his head. "Whatever the reason, it's driving me crazy!"
They all laughed as they made their way to math class.
As they walked through the door, a boy by the name of Jake walked up to them.
"I'm having a party this Saturday." He said "You guys should come."
Alex smiled at him. "I'll try to be there."
The class sat down as the teacher walked in.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Soon, the bell rang, signaling the end of school.
"Don't forget the essay! It's due on the twenty fifth!" Ms. Brown yelled over the noise.
Alex mingled with the crowd as he made his way to the door.
He walked over to where his bike was parked and bent down to undo the lock. As he did so, he noticed a shadow descending over him. He looked up.
Before he could even move, the man had hit the boy on the head with the butt of his gun.
The teen crumpled to the floor, unconscious. "I have the kid," The man said in his earphone as he tied his captives hands.
With the help of his partner, he managed to get the kid in the van and drive away to an unknown destination.
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