AN: Hi everybody. This is my first story. Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
Me: Hey everybody! I'm Anthony Horowitz in the hiz house.
*Real Anthony Horowitz tackles me*
Anthony: No, your not!
Me: Yes, I am.
Anthony: Police, please arrest this imposter.
Me: Okay, I not.
Anthony: Thank you! * Smug look on his face
Me: * Mutter under my breath* Yah, I not an old, British guy.
Anthony: What did you say?
Me: Nothing. * I run*
CHAPTER 1: Abrupt Awakening
Ring!
Ring! Ring!
My girl, my girl, she loves me! She hit me all the time. She'll be texting…
A hand snuck out from under the covers of the bed.
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WHAT'S GOING ON RIGHT NOW!
It was a warm spring morning in England. People were milling around. The main character of this story lives on a street Chelsea. Outside a normal looking house, a guy who shouldn't be wearing shorts was jogging. Inside the house, there are two people. One of them is the housekeeper, Jack Starbright. Not Jacqueline or Jackie. Just call her Jack. She is a red-headed, green-eyed young lady. The name of the person the hand belongs to is Alexander John Rider, or better known as Alex Rider. Yes him, the 14 year-old MI6 teenage spy. He's the One, the one of the best spies spying in the business.
Okay back to the story!
And it pressed the snooze button.
Half hour later:
Alex!
Alex!
ALEX!
ALLLLLLEEEEEEEEXXXXXX! WAAAAAKKKEEEE UUUUPPPPP!
The hand snaked up her face and started tapping Jack's head.
"What are you doing," said Jack.
"I'm looking for the snooze button," Alex said.
"Get up! School starts in ten minutes!"
Alex literally jumped out of bed, and he flew into the bathroom.
"Alex, food is on the table." Jack said, hearing Alex thump down the stairs.
"I'll just have some toast," he said, grabbing a piece on the way out the door.
He devoured the toast and jumped onto his bike. He speeded through traffic heading to school. He arrived in record time.