…Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for…
NEW YORK,
New York, New York…
(cred: Jay-Z)
Neon billboards, endless skyscrapers, gangsters, girls in big heels, the rich, the famous, the best, the crazy, the dreamers, the outcasts, the fighters; the survivors.
Alex had such a bad reputation at school and he wasn't going to be able to make it to any big college. MI6 had dropped a bomb on his life; or maybe a blessing in disguise, a chance to start anew. Alex was being sent to live with an upper class family to attend a private prep school in the big city across the pond. But what exactly made MI6 choose to fund him and send him to the centre of the world? There had to be a better explanation than wanting him to excel well in school… Alex was determined to keep his guard up. After all, this was a city of sin…
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The elevator door opened. Alex glanced at the room it revealed. There were about fifty people in the huge apartment that was probably bigger than his house back in London. Girls in expensive dresses and designer heels dancing with guys, dressed in tuxedos and branded high-end footwear. There was a bar with some people sitting and drinking cocktails. Loud music blared and neon lights with shining lights set the atmosphere.
Alex stepped out of the elevator.
The students at his school dressed like any other high school kid on a normal day with the worn out converse and pullovers but here, they were the high society kids Blunt had "warned" him of.