Schools out

Guess what I did this summer. Can't? Here goes.

'Bout a day before the start of the new term, mum comes up to me and
says "Why don't you take a break, ya know, from all that hard work and
stuff," so I go "Hey, not a bad idea coming from you. Where'd you have
in mind?" and to that she replied "France". That wasn't such a bad idea
(mainly cause I got time off school). So I did.

Mum booked the tickets and stuff in advance, leaving me to laze around
dreaming of a place where teachers were beaten for giving out homework,
and making us work hard. Mum booked the earliest train she could find,
just to be annoying. Guess its natural. The train left the first
weekend after the beginning of the new term, so I played ill for those
few days - bad cough, ya know.

Anyways, when the time came, I packed my bags, and was driven down to
the station, where the train would depart from. The Bad weather had
caused some technical faults, delaying the train for an hour or two
while it was checked over, giving me time to wonder round the station.
Gotta say, I saw some suspicious faces amongst the crowd. Group of
people, very strange, huddled together in the open. Couldn't catch what
they were chatting about, but the evil looks they gave each other
wasn't a sign of a good thing. They wondered off towards the departing
point. I'd be bumping into them again, to my misfortune.

Time to leave. Everything checked out, and I got onto the train. Seat
H3. A window View. Guess it won't be much of one though, being
Eurotunnel. Still quite early on in the morning, most would be
sleeping, or watching TV. For this reason there weren't many people on
the train - probably a good thing considering what would happen. The
train set off about 2 hours late - making the time around 5AM in the
morning. Told ya mum was trying to be annoying. Later events would
shadow this annoyance though. Breakfast was served shortly after we
boarded the train. Talk about early. It was nothing special - reminded
me of school food. First thing I had eaten all day though, apart from a
small snack I had before leaving home.

Things started going wrong about halfway into the journey, when one of
the strange men I saw back at the station stood up. He grabbed a black
bag in a small luggage compartment below his chair, and walked to the
back of the train, presumably to the toilets. Why the bag though? All
is to be revealed..

The man had been gone for about 15 minutes now. It wasn't hard to see
when he emerged from the back of the train. SPAS-12 slung over back,
Mac10 Uzi in both hands. This guy came straight out of the lobby scene
in the Matrix! It was about now that 2 other men stood up, each being
distributed with a Mac10, while the first man took his SPAS-12 to
hands. Would be my luck that they were in the same carriage as me. This
seemed as if it came straight out of a movie, I mean, how did they
manage to get the weapons on to the train to begin with? Their
intentions remained unclear, but still blatant, as one of them made his
way to the front of the train.

Anyways, us legit travellers were sent to the back of the train and
locked in the aft carriage. We needed a plan, and it just so happens
that I had one. It seems we were in luck, as we found a small axe to be
used for escape in "event of fire". Almost too convenient. There were
only 5 of us willing to do anything, so the plan had to work
flawlessly, and to say they were better armed would be the
understatement of the century. First we had to break out of the
carriage. The doors would not budge, but we were able to smash one of
the larger windows and climb onto the roof of the train. Unfortunately,
we were not alone. One of the hijackers must have heard us stumbling
around on the roof. He began pumping inaccurate shots of lead in our
direction. I waited for him to reload, then jumped up and flung the axe
in his direction. It impaled him in the head. Instant death. I took his
Mac10 and a few clips and proceeded to move forward to the front of the
train, which seemed to take forever. I neared the front of the train,
along with my comrades, one of which wielding the blood-ridden axe. At
that point, a hijacker blew his way out of a sunroof just ahead and
started firing his shotgun in our direction. We had to find cover. I
hastily found and smashed a sunroof on the carriage below us, and we
jumped down. Those that survived did, anyway. The shotgun managed to
blow someone off the carriage and onto the track below. He hit it at
blistering speed. Score 1 for the bad guys.

Just about now, the train veered to the right. We were out of the
tunnel. At this time, the 2 remaining hijackers entered the carriage.
We dived for cover behind some seats. Not everyone was so lucky. One of
us ended up at the receiving end of some buckshot. It was too late for
him. I opened fire. No luck there. I gotta say, they had better cover
in this case, the seats quickly being mashed up by sprays of lead. This
was as good a time as any. I jumped out into the isle blasting away
with the Mac10. Hit one of 'em, then dived back behind some cover.
Shotgun shells were pounded into the seats. His downfall. The second he
began reloading, I jumped out and gunned him down with the Mac10. "Your
out of ammo, man".

Just one more problem, "how do I stop this thing?" It was harder than
it at first looked, and the train was about to hit the end of the
track. With a crash course from recent movies, I slammed on the brakes.
The wheels slammed off the track as they hit a curve, and smashed the
train down into some fields, sliding to a halt. That's gotta hurt in
the morning. Good morning, France. It was one hell of a trip, I gotta
say. It was about then I changed my mind about the holiday after
all.

P.S. I didn't get to keep the Mac10.