<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tuesday Morning</span></strong></div><br/>Alistair had woken up to the usual school routine. When him and Lulu had begun their double life of dealing with villains and other bizarre character he had found it challenging to adjust to a very normal morning routine of getting dressed, have breakfast with his mum and then walk to school. It was so mundane in comparison that he just couldn't get used to it and had shown his frustration by analysing every single cereal box that his mother put on the breakfast table before making smart little comments about his step fathers business suit. His behaviour had resulted in him being grounded for a week which Alistair now believed was fair of them for he had been a bit of an ass.<br/>'Alistair breakfasts ready!' His mother; Sarah Croft, called to him from the kitchen. Sarah had always been the highlight of Alistairs family life. He had a step father that he despised, uncles that were boring and cousins that teased him about being a geek, but his mother could never do him wrong. Even if she wasn't as smart as he was.<br/>He walked into the kitchen and sat down to a plate of toast and eggs. His mother stood over a frying pan, her blond hair tied back in a bun and her green eyes staring at the pan with such concentration that she almost seemed to develop the same sharp expression that Alistair adopted when he worked out a puzzle.<br/>'Dave's not here?' Alistair asked quietly as he munched on a slice of toast.<br/>'No he had to leave early, apparently the lecturers at his university are all required to attend a meeting on where they park their cars' She spoke and seemed to smile to herself as she watched her fry egg sizzle and pop.<br/>'Dave doesn't drive. He has a bike'<br/>'That's true but he wanted to show professionalism. He said he wanted to set a good example for you to learn from.' She replied with a heavy sigh.<br/>'Good example? I'm never late for school, I don't answer back to teachers, I'm polite and helpful to anyone who requests my help and have always tried to keep out of trouble' He knew the last part was sort of a lie but he still said the sentence with a degree of spite in his voice. He hated it when Dave tried to belittle him through his mother.<br/>'Alistair you know what Dave's like, but he cares about you and wants to see you do well.'<br/>'That's why he sent me to a boarding school with one of the lowest grade averages in the country' Alistair grumbled before dunking his toast into his egg yolk. His mother just sighed and shook her head before shoveling her fried eggs onto her own plate.<br/>'You have a letter.' She spoke and passed him a bright green envelope with his name on it as she sat down to eat with him, 'It came this morning, a boy delivered it. Friend of yours?' She asked curiously.<br/>Alistair stared at the envelope before slowly opening it. He cocked his head as he always did when observing something strange. The contents of the envelope were bizarre.<br/>'They're vouchers for Big Berts Pies and a hair cut at La Coiffeur' He said and frowned at the strange gift. He gave a questioning glance at his mum who just shrugged.<br/>'Maybe you have a secret admirer?' She suggested with a mischevious smirk.<br/>'A secret admirer who thinks I should have a hair cut and a pie?' He asked and threw the vouchers on to the table. His mother just shrugged.<br/>'Love works in strange ways Alistair. Now hurry and eat your breakfast or you'll be late for school'<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">At School</span></strong></div><br/>Alistair hated feeling confused because being confused meant he couldn't figure out what was going on and that went against all of his principles. He had stared at the vouchers through the entire journey from his house to school and then had continued to stare some more as he walked through the corridor. There was now nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was telling him that there was something not quite right about the vouchers. As if their was a connection he wasn't yet aware of.<br/>Then his thoughts were interupted as a large boys shoulder plowed into him. He stumbled and almost dropped the vouchers, but he managed to stay on his feet and turn to face the boy.<br/><em>'Ok that had a lot of force behind it. It couldn't have been an accident. He did that on purpose'</em>He thought and stared at the young man that was now squaring up to him and threatening him with physical violence if he didn't stop hanging about with a red haired girl.<br/><em>'Yeah. He did that on purpose.</em>Alistair thought and looked over the boy. He noted the athletic build and the aura of pettiness that seemed to surround him. He took note of his dress sense and the smell of his deodorant. He gathered as much information as possible on the boy before coming to a decision; he was going to make this person pay for interupting his thinking.<br/>The boy was now walking away. Alistair put on a smile before trotting up behind him and saying on single sentence, 'So I take it your dad doesn't come to many of your soccer games? Must be a shame being the middle child.'