"I am a normal boy, mum," Alex said, taking the toast.
"A normal boy who is playing in the Champions League Semi-Final second leg next week," she corrected.
"Details," Alex shrugged.
He grabbed his bag. Inside was his geography textbook, a calculator, and his Champions League player pass.
Just the essentials.
He walked out.
Mark was waiting.
The car today was... a taxi.
A black London taxi.
Mark was in the back seat. He rolled down the window.
"TAXI FOR THE PROFESSOR!" Mark yelled.
Alex sighed. "Mark. Why?"
"Because we are Londoners!" Mark said. "We represent the city! Also, Milo said it is 'urban chic'. Get in!"
Alex climbed in. The taxi smelled of leather and expensive cologne.
"Where to, guv?" the driver asked. He was wearing an Arsenal hat.
"School," Alex said. "And then... glory."
School was weird.
Everyone knew.
The younger kids whispered as he walked by. "That's him. The Brain."
The teachers were nicer. Even Mr. Evans let him skip the map quiz.
