Alex! Are you ready yet? come down for breakfast, or you'll miss the bus!" A gentle voice called from downstairs.
"Alex if you're late again ,you'll lose your allowance," came a sterner voice.
The first voice belong to my mother Linda Armstrong, a kind women. She's currently a professor of Film Studies at the University of Southern California School of Cinematic Arts.
The second belongs to my father Grant Armstrong, an executive at J.P. Morgan's investment division.
we live at 222 Tremblin Drive, one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Los Angeles.
"And I am a rich kid in this life, In THIS LIFE because this is my second life in my first life I am an orphan who always dreamt about being a superstar and adore by lots of people .But died in an accident and by cosmic twist of fate reborn in this life as Alexander Armstrong.
With a loving family that I always wanted to have and also rich in this life now all that left is to be a Hollywood superstar, and make love to lots women, and be filthy rich.
But first lets get down to my new family in this life ,"coming, coming! Mom, what's breakfast today?"
"Your favorite: thick-cut bacon and eggs."
"Wow, that's awesome! Thanks Mom!"
"You should be thanking Mrs Aranda. our housekeeper. She prepared breakfast."
"Thank you Mrs Aranda! But Mom, I want to thank you too after all, you decide what I eat every day ."
Linda beamed. Her little Alex seemed to have matured so much since his illness!
"Hey, why isn't anybody thanking me? That's not fair!"
"Dad, if you double my allowance, I'll thank you!"
"No way!"
"Well then ,no thank you from me!"
"Oh, really? Well, how about I halve your allowance?"
"Oh, dearest father, I love you so much! You are the greatest member of the Armstrong family and my absolute pride!"
"Hahaha"
Linda and Grant burst into laughter together.
Grant chuckled and pointed a playful finger at Alex "If your grandpa heard you, he'd probabiy beat you up"
"Dad ,you won't tell Grandpa ,will you?"
"We'll see depends on my mood!
"Come on, Dad, let me give you a shoulder massage." Alex put up a flattering smile.
As orphan in in previous life I am not leaving a chance to have fun of having family.
"Alright, enough of that. Hurry up and eat, or you really miss the bus," Linda urged.
"No problem, I can give him a ride" Grant offered.
"No way. Alex has to go like all the other kids so he can fit in. I don't him missing out on friendships at school."
"Mom, come on, as handsome as I am, how could I not have friends?" Alex said with mock scowl.
"Of course, he inherited my excellent genes." Grant gave himself a pat on the back, only to be met with a playful eye-roll.
Alex quickly finished his breakfast. A white-haired women approached, holding a neatly folded set of clothes." Good morning, Master Alex. Here's your outfit for today."
"Thanks, Mrs. Aranda. I'll change right away,"
The boy wiped his mouth, grabbed the clothes, and darted off to his dressing room, upstairs.
"Slow down, dear"
"I Know, but I'm running late, Mom."
A few moments later, Alex emerged wearing a light blue T-shirt and jeans ,backpack in hand.
With his fair skin, chestnut-brown hair, and handsome features, he made quite an impression. Unlike many other children his age, Alex's skin was free of the typical freckles found on caucasian children, thanks to his quarter-Asian heritage.
"Whoa, who's this dashing young man?"
"Why, he's the son the handsome Mr, Grant and beautiful Mrs, Linda, the one who inherited all the best qualities Alexander Armstrong!" Alex replied, taking the cue smoothly.
With a grin, he slung his backpack over one shoulder and dashed out of the door." Goodbye, Dad! bye, Mom! bye Mrs. Aranda!"
As he sprinted across the garden and out the front gate at the street corner, a bespectacled boy was already waiting.
"Hey, Alex."
"Morning, Mark."
The boy with glasses, a slender frame, and slightly hunched shoulders was Mark Zuckerberg. A year older than Alex, Mark had recently from New York to Los Angeles with his wealthy jewish family. Due to his obsession with computers, he had been held back a year and now repeating seventh grade.
However, since he had started school early, he was still the same age as his classmates. Alex , likewise, had started a year early, making him a year younger than his seventh-grade peers.
Alex greeted Mark warmly. Knowing the future accomplishments this kid would achieve, Alex naturally wanted to build a strong friendship from the start