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*dramatically* And now… the chapter!
Chapter one: The new students
"I would like you to welcome our newest students, Alfred F. Jones, Aurther Kirkland, and…. Um… Matthew Williams. Why don't you boys introduce yourselves?"
It was a boring day in the British school classroom, and even though the day was just beginning, most students were already dozing off.
Alex looked up from his day dreams, his interest sparked by the strange names. When he looked up, he was surprised by the drastic difference in the appearance in the three characters that stood before him. They were standing in a straight line; the first person was standing tall and confident, a ridiculous cowlick of blond hair defying gravity, and glasses that were in front of eyes full of pride and confidence. The second man, who was shorter than the first, had the largest eyebrows that Alex had ever seen, and probably will ever see. He had an important and impatient air about him; he was acting as if this whole thing was a waste of time, and time was money. The third man was slouching, and was holding what seemed to be a miniature… polar bear? Strange. His hair was wavy and shoulder length, and looked as if he could be the first man, Alfred's brother. His glasses hid his eyes, and had an attitude that suggested that he was often forgotten, even though he had a strand of hair that stood away from the rest, curling ridiculously before ending. The first man in line took a step forward.
"Hi, I'm Alfred! You guys can call me either that or Al. I came from America, where I was home schooled, and my favorite food is fast-food!" he had a very strong American accent. His voice was very loud, and at the end of his introduction, he spun around and did a ridiculous thumbs-up pose. Alex noticed that even though the classroom was over heated, he still wore a brown leather jacket with black fuzz-stuff around the neck and had an airplane running down the left arm sleeve, and the big number 50 on the back. Another thing Alex found strange was that he had come from America just to go to school. Hmmm…
As Alfred stepped back into line, the second person came forward.
"Hello, I am Arthur Kirkland-"
"You can call him Iggy!" the first in line- Alfred- shouted. Arthur whirled around to face Alfred and yelled, "Shut up, you bloody fatty! I told you never to call me that!"
A red tinge had crept into his cheeks, which only grew darker as the teacher scolded him for using bad language as Alfred, totally defeated, went over to the third man in line and stood behind him, mumbling something incoherent about 'not being fat'. Arthur went on with his introduction.
"You may not call me Iggy, I am from the UK, and was homeschooled."
Alex found Arthur's accent odd, as if he had several put together, but when he said 'UK', the accent made sense.(1)
"Hello, my name is Matthew Williams, and I'm from Canada. I was homeschooled as well." The third male spoke softly, quiet, even. Alex had trouble placing his accent until Matthew said that he was Canadian. Matthew had a small voice compared to the other two new students, and seemed much shyer.
Alex found it very interesting indeed, that these three different people with very different backgrounds would come to the same school in London, instead of going to a school in their home country. Another thing that didn't add up was the fact that they all seem to have known each other for all their lives. He had to dismiss this thought, first of all because the teacher was starting the lesson, and second of all, because the spy in him was getting intrigued, and that almost always led to dealings with MI6, or other intelligence agencies. He had gone almost two whole years without any of that business ruining his life any more, not after he had just finished re-building it!
Alfred, Aurther, and Matthew took their seats as Alex tried to forget his previous thoughts and get his head back on school.
(1) I made it so that Iggy had a combination of accents because he's the United Kingdom of Great Brittan and Northern Ireland, and one would think that the two land masses would have different accents.