Living Dangerous

Alex sat, by himself, at the back of the classroom. He sighed, it had been a month since he came back from his last mission and was greatly glad nothing had happened since. No people with guns, no blood, no anything. It was bliss. Peaceful, alex thought, was a word he was forgeting. What with MI6 interfearing at every oppertunity. This was the longest Alex had gone with Blunt's dumb office. Jack Starbright was also enjoying it, no body bursting into her house ordering to see Alex, a gun on their shoulder. So between them, life was finally good. For once.

He looked down at the book that had been placed infront of him. A grey schoolbook, with Alex Rider writen in neat writing on the front. He turned it absent mindedly over, a simple drawing was in the corner, of a man. An assasin. Yassens face glared back at him from the corner, alex frowned. When ever alex seemed calm Yassen flew into his mind.

"Alex Rider." Alex rolled his eyes subtley so only his best friend tom saw him. Tom rolled around in his seat laughing. Ever since Alex told him why he was off so much, alex being yelled at became very funny. After all Alex could beat the socks of them if he felt like it. Something Tom never forgot.

"Rider, are you going to listen?"

"yes miss," Alex sighed and stared blankly at the board. Where Miss Higgs was letureing them on The Quardratic Formula. Why did alex have to know this? His life was already determined, by MI6. Secrets, lies, death and murder.

Murder. The word chilled alex. Murder. Alex had already worked out, by age 3, he didn't want to be a murderer. But by 14 he broke his promise, he was. A murderer.
This was what his uncle did, and his parents. A spy. Even thinking it felt dangerous. As if spy was printed on his forhead.

"Do you understand? Good now do it."
Alex looked down and sighed. If only life was like this, boreing, simple maths. Where it was right or wrong. Not a murky grey in the middle. He flicked his hair to the side. And inwardly cursed as the giggle that always followed this actiom occured.

"Oh he is soooo cute!" One of the girls, grace, whispered.

"I know right," Another, molly, intoned.
The last girl Charlotte just frowned at Alex's blone head.
Alex was distracted by Charlotte, not because she was cute; blonde hair, sea green eyes. But because she was an unsolved mystery. And alex hated mysteries. Although he himself was one.

One day, with no warning, Charlotte appered at school. She was quiet and clever, and most the boys adored her. Exept Alex. She hated the mention of guns and was very wary of men. Young men particulally. She always would avoid them if possible. At her first PE lesson, she fainted at the sight of the teacher. Grace and Molly had taken her to the medical room. She also had a thing for Alex, not in a lovey way, but she seemed to mistrust him, or at least avoid him. Tom said it was because she fancyed him, but alex thought differently. At the mention of scorpians she would become tense and worried. Snakes had a similar effect.
Snakes tended to set him on edge now too. But that was explainable, Charlotte wasn't.

The bell rang. Alex was glad, Maths made his brain ache. He slung his satchel over his shoulder and wandered out after everyone else.
It was break and alex sat watching Tom, Ben and a few others play football. He wished he could join in, but the wounds from his last misson were not yet healed and he couldn't risk getting the bullet wounds spotted. A giggle rang from nearby, he scowled again. He had a large group of girls that would giggle at him regually now, he had come back to school with. A tan, more muscle than he knew what to do with, and a bruise on his cheek (the only one they could see). The bruise was everything. Getting into fights at Brookland was very cool, not for alex, and girls loved the winner. And Alex had clearly won or he would be more beat up. More beat up!? He would be more dead!

Alex watched absently as Tom scored a goal. Tom ran once around the playground in celebration, but as he ran something behind him caught Alex's eye. A man wearing a suit, with his hands in his pockets. But one pocket had a gun shaped object in it. The man was on his phone. Alex stared at him, he seamed to expecting something. A couple of men now walked across the road to the first man and also stood. They were all wearing identical suits, all with one or two hands in their pockets. After about 3min, 7 men stood at the school gate.
Alex stood up. Walking quickly over to Tom he whispered,

"Get out of here, those men have guns. Move."

Tom picked up the ball and yelled to everyone else, "Guys, lets go on the other playground, the one with actual goals." Alex gave him a small smile and started to shepard everyone off the playground. Not keeping his eyes off the men. He walked over the the bench he had been sat on and picked up his bag. Still not looking away from them he moved toward the passage to the other playground. The men suddenly moved, they walked purposefully though the gate. The bell rang to signify next lesson, he ran to english without looking back.

To begin with Alex stared at the door, exepecting it to fly open with a shower of bullets. But it didn't. So alex joined in with others lively talk on the world cup.
"It has to be argentina,"
"Yes, they have messi but Italy are well good."
"England doesn't stand a chance."
"Oh we all know that! Who do you think will win Alex?"
"umm..." Alex glanced at the door, nothing. "I think it will be Portuga..."
BANG!
Alex shot up. The man pointed a gun straight at his face.

A.N. This is just an intro, sorry if it is a bit bulky wrote it on my phone. Most chapters will be about this long, as between school and clubs i have very little time. Well apart from midnight. Please review.

Question for you. How old do you think i am? ;)