It's me again! Back in black, if you would. Anyhow, I'm about to get an AWESOME beta named Emmy-loo. Check out her stories!
A note about last chapter: it was meant to be confusing. It was supposed to leave you thinking. Another note about the short chapters: I once read a great story. It was a fan fiction story, right here in our very own AR section. Her words gave me an excuse: I'm lazy. There's no helping it. Sorry folks. If you want something long, read Amitai's works. Those are of amazing quality and are much better than mine.
Disclaimer: I own only what you don't recognize.
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On the street, in a jacket, jeans, and white sneakers, wearing an irritated look on his face with a map in hand, Alex Rider could have easily been a tourist.
In fact, he was far from it.
His jacket covered his scars, as did his jeans. His white trainers were the only shoes in his closet that matched. The map was of all the cinemas in London.
So far, Alex had found exactly zero movies that appealed to him. All of them were spy movies, romantic sobs, or horror.
Um, no.
As Alex tripped over a piece chipped sidewalk, he started swearing profusely.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a very heavy lady's purse came into contact with his head.
"Alex RIDER! There are more children out here in PUBLIC than in the building! CHILDREN aren't supposed to KNOW those kinds of words, but YOU'RE throwing them out into the open air!"
Alex considered doing a very rude finger gesture, but decided against the idea. Mrs. Gritowsky would never stop if he did that.
"Are you listening? You do not CURSE when there are children near? You hear that? You do not—"
"No worries, Mrs. Gritowsky." Alex said, cutting her off. Before she could reply, Alex had pushed through eight people, two dogs, and five squirrels. Looking to his left, Alex saw a theatre with a few people around his age buying tickets. College kids.
Crossing the street, Alex spied that they were buying tickets to the latest spy movie. Sighing, he decided to watch that movie too. There was a slight chance he might meet people his own age.
Mrs. Gritowsky wasn't the best conversationalist.
If anything, he might get a few laughs. These screenwriters came up with some wacky stuff.
Alex purchased his ticket from an unsmiling teen with too much eyeliner. He couldn't tell whether it was a boy or girl. As Alex wasn't hungry (and he felt no need to but $20 popcorn), he headed straight into the theatre.
Apparently the movie hadn't been a big success.
The theatre had the college kids and two eighth-graders sucking each other's faces off.
Taking the steps two at a time, Alex took the seat directly in the center. After watching eight action film previews, the movie started.
The theatre was completely silent for a few moments before a motorcycle burst through a window of glass, the glass then forming the movie title.
'Operation: Sting Ray'
Alex didn't bother stifling a laugh. The college students seated a couple rows in front of him looked back as if to tell him to shut up. They quickly looked back when the sound effects started to kick in.
There was a pretty brunette that caught his eye. She didn't look back.
A few minutes later, Alex was laughing his head off. In slow motion, bullets were narrowly missing the protagonist's shoulders.
This time only the brunette turned back. Alex's eyes widened.
It was Sabina Pleasure.
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