ReWritten 13 March 2019

Alex Rider Nor CHERUB Belongs To Me. They Belong To Anthony Horowitz And Robert Muchamore Respectively.

Agent Again: Abandoned

Matthew Smith previously known as Alex Rider was stood staring in a daze at the dull grey with patches of pasty white.The building which was possibly painted an alabaster untill years wore it out revealing the harsh concrete. He was shaken, rather violently, by an middle aged woman name Miss Marsh or nicknamed Miss Harsh by the children. Shaken out of his stupor he held tightly to his ebony duffle bag filled with his belongings. He was a small boy while gave him a younger appearance which he despised had also give him a more flexible body. His hair a blonde woven with both dirty and golden reached past his shoulders all they way down to the middle of his back from not cutting it in over 2 years time. His frame was quite slender which could easily be mistaken as a female with his long hair that didn't help.him much.He has earthy brown doe eyes while giving off innocence actually held deep sorrow. Lips a bitten rouge from nervousness and a cute button nose. He was wearing a verdant T-shirt over a long sleeve black with a oversized hoodie nearly slipping of his shoulders. Black skinny jeans clung onto his legs with a chain in the belt hoops. Adorining his feet where ankle socks perhaps showing what was left of his chastity. Combat boots covered his socks yet again a jet black. A small earing with a emerald embeded into lonsdaleite a parting gift from Smithers which he recived with thanks.

"Matthew Smith I presume." she said. Nodding quickly she continued "Follow me."

He walked with Miss Marsh briskly into the depressing building. It had an omnious look with the barbed wires surrounding the tall unclimbable wall and a shiver ran through him as is lightning had struck. To be honest Matthew would't even be surprised if there was any lightning.

"You will be sharing a room with Kyle Jones and going to Glasgow Secondary." Miss Marsh grunted out. She pointed to a plain bed indicating that it was mine and swiftly left.

Matthew Smith PoV

'I suppose I need to attend school now since I have no GCSE's'. I take the duffle bag off my shoulder and toss it on my bed and flop on the bed like a normal teenager. I must have been there for only a few minutes but it truly felt like hours. I mule over my life, Jack and the rest of my trivial insecurites. I surge off the bed and move to get my duffle bag in front of me. The duffle bag is made of carbon fibre with nano technology so that small rips are easily mended and carbon steel. I slowly take the zipper and open it. I see the basic things change of undergarments and clothes ect. I was given all the gadets that Smithers ever made for me. I dig around till I find the lamenated photo of my parents and me one side and Ian, Jack and me. I feel the corner of my mouth tug gently and my allegorical heart pang sharply. My eyes sting and I fight back the urgee to let the tears out. Blinking rapidly for a few seconds, I take deep breaths. I replace the photo back and retreive the change of clothes. I take out a bar of lavender soap and take that with me along with the clothes and step out of the room into the corridor. I head towards towards the communal male showers. I step in and allow the ice cold water beat down onto my pale skin. While waiting for the water to warm up I lather the soap and wash myself throughly. Feeling the water relax my tense muscles I step out silently and maneuver the black towel around my drying myself and patting my hair dry. I slip my change of clothes on and tread into the aisle. It's 12 in the afternoon so I go back to my shared room. Shoving the bag next to me, in the crack of the bed and wall I creep in and let my head fall and just lay there. Somewhere along the line I seemed to have dozed off and fell into oblivion