Alex Rider had spent nearly four months at school. His record at attendance since last year. Although he had been at school for a long period of time the student body still held him as a mystery. His best friend Tom had moved away, the only person who knew his other identity as a MI6 spy and who he could talk freely with. Now he was a loner. No one would speak to him and those who did only did so because they were dared to. Even his teachers were conscious of his presence. At first they had tried to include him in group discussions when they saw how he was treated by his fellow peers, but it was evident that he did not wanted to be included.
It was the Thursday morning when the class was introduced to a new student who was to join them from that point on. Her name was Medeia Smith. She was blue eyed, blond and she wore an excited expression on her face. The teacher asked her to introduce herself and she said:
"My name is Medeia and I came here from the U.S. because of my father's job. I'm glad to be here and I hope that we can become great friends," she surveyed the room and was pleased to see that everyone had their eyes glued to her... except for one individual. She frowned slightly. She was used to being the center of attention. It hurt ego of having even one person not being interested with her. She then noticed that the chair next to him was emptied and smiled. The teacher didn't have to say where she was to sit because she had already moved to the seat at hand which she considered as hers now.
"Hi. I'm Medeia," she said holding out her hand. It took a few seconds for him to realize that he had been talked to.
"I'm Alex. Alex Rider," he responded, shaking her hand. The name sounded familiar to Medeia. She shook away the thought and focused on the person in front of her. She was surprised at what she saw. The boy had lost all of his baby features and now seemed as an adult. His body was lean, strong , and she could see the muscles beneath his shirt. Medeia liked what she saw, but she froze when she saw his eyes.
They weren't those of teenager or even of a young adult. Ones where you would more likely see in a soldier coming home from the war. It was a pair of eyes that had seen more than they could handle and seeing them in the face a fifteen year old seemed eerie.
Medeia was familiar with those eyes. She had seen them in her relatives when they visited and even sometimes on her dad's when he came from his work. She was familiar with her dad's line of work and was even in the same line of business as her dad. Who is he? Who is Alex Rider? She thought to herself.