Alexander Song or Alex to his friends, rolled over in his bed as his alarm started ringing; wearily he sat up and switched the clock off. Even though he was only thirteen he rarely got more than six hours sleep. Painfully slowly he shuffled over to his cupboard and pulled out his clothes, a blue long sleeved shirt, a pair of blue trousers and a black jumper. Sleepily he looked around his room, there where clothes scattered everywhere but he didn’t really care. After all his room was used for one purpose only, sleeping in. As he walked down the stairs Alex thought about the days to come, he realised that they would be dangerous but with the money he would receive maybe he could get his father realest from prison. Alex lived one his own because when he was young his mother had been kidnapped and recently his father Daniel Song had been arrested while trying to find his mother. From what he had heard his arrest had involved twelve police vehicles, a double-barrelled shotgun and a lot of blood. As he made his way down the main hallway his bodyguard and closest friend Jack Shiver walked up to him, “Good morning Master Song did you sleep well?”
“Hmm, well if four and a half hours of sleep is counted as sleeping well then yes I did,”
“Nice to know you’re in a good mood today Master Song,”
“Ha, ha very funny Jack, next thing you know you’ll be squirting me with your plastic flower and doing cartwheels through the halls,”
“I do apologise Master Song, please forgive me.”
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit Jack, the lowest form.” Said Alex bluntly as he walked off down the hallway.
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