The crowd was loud and boisterous as Alex walked thorough his school's halls and pushed his way through the students. It was the week after winter-break and many of the students weren't glad to be back. And though he was in a large crowd surrounded by a sea of faces he couldn't help but feel alone.
Sabina had just left for California again the other day leaving Alex and Jack all by themselves in his uncle's large house. He was back to a normal lifestyle. Back to school; back to him and his housekeeper. Back to Tom; back home. But why didn't he feel like it?
When MI6 said that they probably had another mission for him sooner or later, he knew right then that he probably didn't want it. And for the past three days he had felt like he was simply walking on the air. Was it because mission, spying, and gunshots had become a part of his life? Was it because after what he had experienced in his previous mission had left his heart feeling empty and sad? What was it?
But then he gave a deep thought and knew that it was because everyone he was starting to love in his life…were being ravished away.
His Uncle Ian—shot in a mission; his godfather Ash—killed in his last mission; Sabina—forced to move to San Francisco California so that she and her family could be safe. Who was next? Jack? Tom?
His thoughts were jarred as one of the students finally crashed into him making him fall backwards and the room spiral.
"Watch it!" his voice sounded more filled with anger than usual. He was changing. His attitude showed it.
"Sorry," it was a girl, she extended a hand to help him up, "I'm really sorry I wasn't watching where I was going."
He took her hand and sat on his heels, he didn't get a good look at her as he started picking up his maths and history book.
Soon he realized that the history book wasn't his. Instead it this one had circular skulls with wings, a rebel sign, and many quotes.
"That's mine." The girl said. It wasn't until now that he had noticed she had an American accent. He handed it to her. He wanted to say something to her when the school bell rang and the hallway flushed out all of the lingering students.
"I have to go." The girl took her book and darted down the hallway, taking out a piece of yellow paper. "Nice talking to you!" she yelled as she turned a corner and disappeared.
Same to you, he thought, Hah, what're the chances that I'm going to see her again? Well, none. Oh, great now I'm talking to myself and answering myself. Something's seriously whacked.
He ran down the hall and got into his class. All he had been able to tell of the girl was two things. 1. She was American. 2. She had jet black hair.
But something in him told him that this girl would be in his life for quite sometime now.