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|  Onderwerp: [STORY] Damian Cray's Life ![[STORY] Damian Cray's Life Icon_minitime](https://2img.net/i/fa/icon_minitime.gif) vr 17 aug 2012 - 21:55 | |
| Sinds kort ben ik een grote Alex Rider fan [boekenserie c:] en ik heb laatst het vierde deel gelezen. ‘Eagle Strike’ heeft het en de schurk die erin voor komt heeft een interessante geschiedenis. Zijn naam is dus Damian Cray. Voor de mensen die de serie niet kennen: Hij is een erg populaire zanger [in het boek], maar is het meesterbrein achter het criminele plan ‘Eagle Strike’. Een deel van zijn verleden werd verteld in het boek, maar ik ga de lege gaatjes met mijn eigen fantasie vullen. Ik heb het in het Engels geschreven omdat ik het boek ook in het Engels heb gelezen. Er zitten dus wat grammaticafoutjes in. Als je het boek nog niet hebt gelezen, op het eind zullen er pas echte spoilers komen, maar in het begin is het nog onschuldig. Enjoy.
- P R O L U G U E:
Since my birth I’ve been different. I didn’t want to follow in my parents’ lead, but still. They pushed me so far. School wasn’t really my thing, but there it was. My actual talent. It come from nowhere. It went somewhat like this.
The sun shone brightly on my head, my hair drew in the warmth. A bus rumbled beside me, stopping because of a sign. A weak smile spread across my face, but disappeared the moment my eyes met the driver’s. I hated it when people looked at me like that. Always judging me because of my looks. A cool breeze slid across my face and I let my hand glide through my hair. In just a few minutes I would arrive at school. One of those places I really hated. I didn’t had boys around me who I could call ‘friends’ and no girl had any interest in me. But that didn’t matter. I could go on forever on my own.
I stopped. The marching sound of feet sounded in my ears and I knew immediately that I was there. A great building appeared before my eyes and a feeling of disgust dropped on my stomach. The school had a boring grey color, had a square form, three storey’s high and small square windows popped out of the walls. Inside it wasn’t very different, except that the walls had a chalk white color and here and there stood a pot plant. The student had gymnastics outside, on a square grass field with white lines drawn for a game of soccer. I never played along. It bored me. Everything bored me.
A let out a deep sigh and balled my fists. Just a few hours and I would be home, with my great parents.. Again that weak smile spread across my face and again it disappeared. Two boys, who were in a deep conversation, looked at me. Their eyes narrowed irritated and they walked on. Every day it went the same.
Why? Because of my parents. They were rich, really rich. And all the kids were jealous, so that’s one of the reasons I didn’t had friends. Nobody wanted to talk to me.
“Damian!” A stern voice sounded in my ears and I looked up. There she stood. The woman I’d hated all my life. Her name was Mrs. Twitchwood, she was a secretary from the school. Her hair was always tied in a knot and she always wore dresses. “Come in, or you’ll be late!” I shook my head and ran for the door.
Mrs. Twitchwood shot my an angry look and closed it. Then gave me a slight nod and I followed the other students. Our first lesson would be Music. One good thing about that was that the teacher wasn’t a freak. In fact she was pretty nice.
I sat down on the second row and put my backpack down, waited for the teacher to come in. Again I felt the looks of several of my classmates burn into the back of my head. But I didn’t turn around, I didn’t felt like to make a fight.
And then she came in. Her name was Mrs. Lune and was one of the youngest teachers on this school. One of the things I liked about here was that she always smiled. “Good morning to all of you,” She said happily and put her purse on her stool. The class mumbled a soft ‘Good morning’ back. “Today we’re going to practice singing.”
The usual groan sounded through the class. Every day it was the same, at all the first classes there would be some struggling. But I didn’t join it. “No worry, you can do it in pairs.” At the last word my whole mood dropped. Pairs? But who wanted to come to my side? No one, of course. But Mrs. Lune had already seen that I wasn’t one of the popular boys. She looked around the class and choose Harold. She knew he would be the perfect match for Damian. “Harold, would you like to join Damian?” The boy raised his head and groaned softly, but hard enough for Damian to hear. “Just do it, please.” She said with her usual smile.
And then I had a boy sitting next to me. He had short light blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. Several girls looked at him en then giggled. Fine. A popular boy sitting next to me. Could it be worse?
“So,” Harold began and flipped his hair with his hand. “Let’s get over it.”
I could see the bored expression in his eyes and my stomach felt like there had been a stone dropped inside it. “Sure,” I replied. Mrs. Lune tapped on her CD-player and an old song began to play. A few lyrics were written on the board. Perhaps we wouldn’t be singing all of it. “Good, if you would just sing along when your names are called. Let’s start with Damian and Harold. Stand up if you please.” Anxious me and Harold stood up and walked over to the chalkboard. My eyes flicked through the classroom and I found all of the eyes trained on me. I swallowed my anxious thought away and began to sing.
That was the moment my whole world turned around. I saw that Harold felt silent next to me and Mrs. Lune’s hand clasped her heart. I stopped and looked around. Was there something wrong. Before I could even open my mouth, Mrs. Lune stepped forward. “Damian,” She said and her smile returned, even bigger. “You never told me you could sing like that. It was wonderful.” I blushed and still the whole class gaped at me.
And that was the beginning. The beginning of my long climb to the top of the ladder of my career. And the end lay in the hands of a 14 year old boy, named Alex Rider..
Btw, ik beeld hem een beetje zo in [volwassen]: [Quinty, jep, het is 'm xD]
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- LIKE A BOSS c:
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