“Alright that is all for it class, all of you are dismissed.” the teacher announced as the bells rung.

“Colin don’t forget about about your extra classes,you already missed out on the last week of lessons.” he then said

“Yes boss” I replied to the teacher.

As I packed my bag and headed for the supplementary classes. The PA blared to life however, it was not regular for it to be used at a time like this. I mumbled to myself the clichéd line. “I got a bad feeling about this.”

“Err hello is this thing on? Ahh fuck it. Anyways this is a message to all students and teachers you are all now hostages of the Islamic state rejoice for your sins will be purified from your souls.” as the PA went silent, Hell erupted within the campus.

However as waves of students ran towards the gates out of school they were greeted with gunfire from the extremists and all the students could do were to duck in fear as guns were waved in front of their faces.

Even in this scenario I couldn't believe how calm it was to me. I always wanted to experience how it felt to have your life on the line in the constant threat of death. School life just didn't sit right with me.

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As I was lost in thought someone was approaching me with a rifle in hand. An Ak I thought to myself.

“Hey there kid what are ya doing here by yourself. You should come with me where it's safe.” he said

“Let me assume that you are not the terrorist right?” I replied in a sarcastic tone

He then cocked the Ak ejecting a round out, then pointed straight at my face point blank range. “move to the school hall or I will shoot you!” he shouted

I smiled at him. Apparently that stunned him,using that slight advantage, I pulled on the magazine catch while sidestepping to the left and removed the magazine. I threw the magazine behind me so that he could not snatch it back. After which I proceeded to push the charging handle which was on my left then elbowed his nose and with this single action the rifle was empty and on the floor. Due to the elbow strike he let go of the Ak and was holding his bleeding nose. I quickly took the Ak, the magazine on the floor and loaded the gun promptly. I shot him in the foot, then i aimed for his head.

“So now who is the terrorist?” I sneered at him.

He spit on the floor and drew a handgun at me, however no draw is quicker than a squeeze of a trigger.

As the gunshot echoed throughout the school that marked the start of my adventure, my story from loneliness to the path of heroism or so I thought.