DISCLAIMER: Do any of my names have A or H at the beginning? Lets check: Chloe (nope) Abigail (I GOT THE A PART!) Jade (nope) Brede (uhm, no.) In conclusion I am not Anthony Horowitz and don't own Alex Rider.
Alexianna Rider hated Mondays.
It wasn't the fact that Monday was after Sunday that made it so repulsive. It was the fact all homework was due in on Mondays. Also the fact she had cross-country on Mondays, Alex could do that without batting an eyelash but it was the fact she had to change in the changing room with the other girls. That There was also the worse part in the world: History.
Alex knew all about World War 2 and about Hitler's rise so it was an easy lesson for her, hence why she took it. But Mr Woodworth, the teacher, could send even someone hyped up on energy drink to sleep. That was a hard feat, especially if that person was Thomas Harris, Alex's best friend.
Alex sat in her seat, head on the table with her silvery blonde locks spread out around her. She was a pretty girl with her hair and dark brown eyes. Her eyes gave her a dangerous look. They was icy cold and guarded off. They held a quality that screamed "danger" to the students of Brookland Comprehensive. No-one, not even teachers, could bear to look her in the eye for longer than a few seconds.
Despite that, the boys of her school often tried to get her to agree to go on a date with them. Even though supposed rumours about drugs and gangs flew around they still tried. Tom had already tried to explain it to Alex but ended up confusing her even more. If Alex was honest she didn't want to date. After her last relationship ended with the boy in America she was cautious about the subject.
Sam Pleasure had offered her to come and live with him and his parents, but Alex had refused. Her best friend, bordering on un-biological brother, was going through a time with his parents divorcing, she would hate herself if she left him to deal with it alone.
'Alex?' Tom hissed from beside her. Alex lifted her head far enough to meet his chocolate-brown eyes, almost hidden with a mop of black hair that really needed to be cut. 'Don't go to sleep, Woodworth will kill you.' Tom gave Alex a look she rolled her eyes too. Mr Woodworth had something against her, no-one knew what but for some reason he hated Alex.
'Rider! Stop gossiping and tell me a reason of why the Weimar Republic was doomed.' Mr Woodworth snapped. Alex sighed but sat up properly, brushing the loose strands of her hair out of her face.
'The Weimar Republic was doomed due to the fact that the public of Germany believed politicians stabbed them in the back in the signing of The Treaty of Versailles, they still believed they could win the war. Another reason is The Kaiser, a dictator, left and the Republic was an emergency action.' Alex stated. Mr Woodworth smirked.
'Detention, Rider.' Mr Woodworth smirked. Alex's mouth dropped.
'I did what you said!' Alex protested.
'Another detention for back-chatting.' Mr Woodworth said smugly.
'I was just stating something.' Alex grumbled.
'Three detentions. Do you want another?' Mr Woodworth asked.
'No.' Alex snapped.
'Four! Do you want a fifth?' Mr Woodworth smirked.
'But-' Alex began.
'Five!' Alex sighed but gave up.
'Sir, that's not fair.' Tom protested.
'Detention, Harris.' Mr Woodworth snapped. Tom just left it at that while Alex gave Mr Woodworth murderous looks when ever he wasn't looking.
'Why does he hate me so much?' Alex demanded as she and Tom made their way to lunch. Tom shrugged in response as they sat at their usual table that was by a window that overlooked the field.
'I don't know, Alex. I think you pissed him off.' Tom explained. 'Your lucky he's not a terrorist, you have enough on your back as it is.' Tom gave her a long look which she carefully avoided by pretending to be interested in the menu for lunch.
'Can I borrow £1.20?' Alex asked randomly. Tom gave her a weird look but handed her the money. 'Be right back!' Alex sung before standing up and trooping over to the line. She was not pleased to see she was behind Mr Woodworth. Eventually they got to the food, only for the lunch lady to gross Alex out by rubbing her nose and Mr Woodworth to take up time choosing between chips, burgers, lasagne or macaroni cheese.
'Just pick something Harold!' The lunch woman snapped. It was a well-known fact the pair was related. 'Just take chips!' The lunch lady dished some out and handed it to Mr Woodworth. Alex was quick about ordering chips. She went and paid. Alex then began walking to a table. Her tray clattered to the ground. Alex groaned as she realised she had wasted her lunch.
'Rider!' Alex looked up with a wince, of course, to her complete luck it was Mr Woodworth she happened to walk into. He glared at her. 'Have this, I haven't got time to eat it anyway.' Mr Woodworth snapped, shoving the tray in her hands. Alex shrugged but walked back to the table and sat back in her spot. Tom nodded as he was too occupied eating a sandwich. Alex began eating the crunchy chips and almost smiled at how nice they was.
Most schools had rubbish catering, she had to check out a few - they came up negative for any activity, this school had it lucky since they had out of school caterers coming in.
Alex looked across the field distractedly as she ran around the track. She was watching the boys play football, something she would gladly take part in. Alex wiped away some sweat that had formed on her face, ever since lunch she had felt sick and was sweating in general.
It was disturbing considering she had an immune system of steel due to many cases where her captors pumped some drugs into her and she could run 5 miles without even getting out of breath. Alex suddenly stopped running, hands on her stomach. She was only just aware of a gagging feeling in the back of her throat.
The next thing she knew she was lying on her back, staring at the school. The lunch lady gave her a last look before walking off. Alex became unaware of anything as her world slowly became black and she was left with a feeling of numbness washing over her with waves of voices breaking through.