Chapter 1: Alex Rider
"Jack!"
Two boys walked through a door into a house on Chelsea Street in England. One boy was lean and tall. He was fit but not too muscular. He had shaggy, fair hair, a kind of dirty blond and chocolate brown eyes. He was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt saying, "The name is Bond… James Bond!" on it. The other boy was not as muscular as the first. He had spiky, black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing regular blue jeans and a plain blue shirt.
"Alex! Is that you?" yelled Jack.
"No, but I brought Tom."
"Ha ha! You think you're so funny, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," he said with a smirk on his face.
"That was a rhetorical question, smart one!"
"Hi Jack!" shouted Tom, interrupting the very funny argument displayed in front of him.
"Hey guys, do you want some cookies?" Jack asked.
From outside, you could hear the scrambling and yelling from inside the house as the boys rushed to the kitchen, shoving each other to the ground to get there first.
A few minutes later, the boys were devouring cookie after cookie. Jack just stood there, staring at them.
"What?" asked Tom, crumbs spraying out of his stuffed mouth.
Jack started to laugh. The boys just stared at her. They shared a look and Alex did the universal cu-coo sign. She fell to the ground crying, for she was laughing so hard.
"What?" asked Alex.
"Que?" asked Tom in espanol (Spanish).
Alex started to laugh. Soon enough, they were all on the floor panting and wheezing, with tears rolling down their faces. After they calmed down, jack started to hiccup. That brought on a whole new round of laughter. The phone began to ring down the hallway. Everyone stopped.
"Do you think…?" Tom trailed off.
"I don't kn…," started Alex.
"It better not be!" Jack exclaimed.
"I'll go check," Alex said.
He got up, brushed himself off, ran to the phone, and picked it up.
"Hello," he said tentatively.
"Mr. Rider, we will like you come down to the Royal and General Bank, so we can discuss the renewal of your current bank account.
"I don't have an account! Leave me alone!"
"Mr. Rider!" the person on the phone said warningly.
"Okay, ok! I'll come!" Alex said before he slammed the phone back into its cradle.
"Hey Jack… Tom. I have to go!" He yelled on the way out the door.
"Don't forget to be back for dinner. We're having spaghetti," Jack called after him.
"I'll try."