Earth's End

A Stolen Identity

Amethyst Lightwood

"Good morning class. I believe we have a new student with us." This was what every teacher said as soon as we got settled in. And every time he was asked to go to the front of the room to talk about himself. And every time he walked back to his seat he winked at me, but that wasn't what I was worried about. At least not the first thing. The first thing was 'Why the hell is he in all of my classes'. Because he was. In all of them, even choir, which I could tell he lip sung in because there was no way any noise was coming out the way he was moving his mouth.

In every class we had homework and in every class he was excused from it because 'he didn't know how to do it'. Then why come to public school when there is less than 2 months of it left? He doesn't know anything up regular stuff but can kick butt in a fight? That's all his parents really taught him? What kind of job is he going to get with only combat knowledge? The Army? Would his parents really be that cruel?

Alright now the winking thing. What did he expect that would do? Does he win all the other girls just by winking at them? If that's what this is about I will kick the **** out of him because it is driving me crazy that I have to deal with that ridiculous wink and ludicrous smirk in every effing class. You know I will go to the counselors with this considering they are the ones who control who goes in what classes. Of course, I did go and what I was told was not what I was expecting.

"Wait, you don't know who he is?" She asked and when I shook my head she continued, "He swore that you knew him but under a different name. He said that he just wanted to be in all the same classes with someone he knew so that he could have a better experience."

"Wait. You said that he swore I knew him under a different name? What name is that?" I asked, completely confused.

"He said you would know him as 'Alex Alard'," she said and my jaw dropped.

How did he know that I was friends with him? Well, at least I was, before I moved. But no, it couldn't be him because I would know him anywhere. Besides, Alex had red hair, not brown. And Alex had a little brother that I had only just heard about maybe a year or two ago and it didn't seem like he would be a brother. He seems like an only child, the way he behaves. "Thank you, that was all I needed to know." Before I exited the room however, I turned back and said, "You do realize that he was lying right? He is not Alex." She nodded and this time, I really did leave. I left to go yell at him for stealing an identity.