Mohammed POV:
I felt the knife pressing against my skin and something warm dripping down my neck and onto my hands. Blood. This guy might actually kill me, I'm going to die. Then I noticed there was no knife on my neck anymore, Mia was standing behind me and was fighting Scarface. She looks so cool, but since when could she fight? Why did she never hit me when I asked her too? The guy fell on the floor, and the others came running over.
I spotted the knife on the floor just behind me, I moved back slightly to sit on it. They all went straight to her there were about 9 of them, she moved so quick, every time I blinked another one was on the floor. Scarface was back up, he grabbed her hair and tried to pull her back but she didn't seen to notice until silky black hair fell out from under the brown hair I had always seen her with, and onto her face. She was wearing a wig? I always liked her brown hair (well, wig) but with black hair that went all the way down to her thighs, she looked gorgeous. Eve came running up towards me and grabbed me out of the way, I picked up the knife so that Scarface wouldn't be able to hurt them. He was staring in surprise, well, we all were. "Mia?" I questioned.
"Mia? That's not your name. You lied to all your friends Aisling?" Scarface smiled showing his bleeding gums with a few teeth missing (they were definitely there before, I remember cuz he had food stuck between them) "how did you hide your eye colour?" he asked. Mia, well I guess its Aisling, took off her glasses and threw them on the grass, she reached to her eye. "coloured contacts" she replied, as she brought her hands down with two pieces of thin blue plastic. Revealing her BRIGHT emerald green eyes. They were so bright they looked like they were glowing.
Scarface ran towards her, pulling a retractable knife from his pocket. I watched with my eyes wide, he will hurt her, I'm sure of it. It all happened so quickly, she lifted her skirt slightly showing a combat knife strapped to her leg, she pulled it out just as he got to her and pushed it into the side of his abdomen. He screamed in pain and dropped his knife. No one made a sound. Armed men came onto the school field pointing their guns towards the masked men on the floor, after taking them away they quickly bowed their heads towards Aisling and walked away.
Aisling (Mia) POV
I looked around at the faces of everyone watching, some shocked or surprised, some scared some even looked like they'd wet themselves. I don't blame them, any normal person would react in these ways, they watched a classmate being held hostage with a knife against his neck, found out the quiet girl is one of the most dangerous people in the world and then watched her stab someone, and finally they saw about 30 men with guns. Just a normal day. At least I don't have to be pushed around anymore.
Eve came over to me and whispered in my ear "Mohammed has the knife". I don't know who those people are so we'll need that knife to look into it. He walked towards me with the knife in his hands that were still shaking, as much as he tried to stop them, he gave me the knife and asked me "are you staying here?" he sounded worried, almost like he cared about me. I didn't have time to answer him before I heard my dads voice behind me. "Aisling, you're not hurt are you?" He ran towards me, my brothers following close behind.
"AISLING!!!" My brothers shouted at once. I was attacked with hugs. "What's the escape plan?" Eve called from the other side of the brother wall, "just get them off me" I cried. My dad laughing just before walking towards the teachers. "Aisling we're going back to the US." Liam whispered in my ear "Everyone knows, we'll be leaving tomorrow morning." Say goodbye to people and meet us in the car. Everyone in my family has the same features, Jet black hair and emerald green eyes, but everyone tells me mine are the brightest. After saying about two goodbyes, I was getting ready to leave when Mohammed asked if he could talk to me.
" I'm sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable, I didn't really know how to talk to you." We were standing behind the storage cube, where he asked me out in year 7. "I really like you, I have for a while, I'm sorry about everything I said and did, my friends told me it might make you like me so I tried acting that way but you just seemed to hate me." he starting gushing out words and I couldn't keep up with what he was saying. "Mohammed." all I said was his name but he stopped talking and stared at me, his eyes shiny from tears he was trying hard not to show, "I have to go, I doubt I'm coming back, but thank you. You're the first person who didn't change their mind about me after they found out who I really was." I smiled. This time he couldn't stop the tears from falling, I reached up and put my hand on the back of his neck, pulled him closer, and kissed his lips gently. "Goodbye Mohammed."