After my failier with the BR: Act i started something new and rather similar, but without ripping anything off.

A group of 16 year olds are on their way to France by ferry
when a group of terrorists caputres them and holds them hostage
they will exchange all the childrens life for their father who is the worlds most well known terrorist
and untill the government agree's they will kill off one student every ten minutes???

Proluge will be released in the future.

Glyn boarding school was the most popular boarding school in the country and you could only get into it if you had either lots and lots of money or a close relative who worked there. Stuart Broughton got in because his uncle, who is only known by the name Mr Smith, he was the deputy head master and Stuart’s guardian because of the tragic deaths of his parents. His father was Prime Minister Michael Brown’s head of security and died taking a bullet for him which only resulted in a second shot being fired which nailed the Prime Minister through the forehead. Soon after the death of Stuart’s dad his mother took her own life not wanting to go on living any longer without her beloved husband, leaving Stuart alone and depressed. Though that was a couple of years ago and he had now fully gotten over his parents death and was moving on with his life making new friends and studying hard for his soon to arrive GCSE exams.
“Stuart, come on lad, you ready to go yet,” called Mr Smith in his manly growl which he used regularly in school. Along with being the deputy head he was also the head of fitness and sports, so he made Stuart take it as a GCSE, but so far he was failing the subject big time. Stuart had never been the most athletic guy around, though he defiantly wasn’t the worst however the chances of him passing the subject were zero to none.
“Yeah be right there, uncle,” cried Stuart from his dorm room gathering his gear for the Austria ski trip at the last minute like usual. His pale white skin was glowing red from frustration of dragging his amazingly large skiing equipment out of his wardrobe. His hay-stack blonde hair was wet from sweat which dripped over his face and his triangle shaped soul patch and onto his grey shirt. Stuart was well built with the right amount of muscle and the right amount of fat, though all the chavs in the class teased him because of his weight just because they all had the appearance of top male models.
Eventually Stuart got all of his stuff together and made his way out of the boys dormitories locking his and his friends room behind him. Glyn boarding school was a mixed gender school with the boy’s dorms dorm being on one side of the schools perimeter and the girl’s on the other. The school was known not for it’s high grades or it’s excellent staff which it did have, but for the amount of girls who attended there who got pregnant; there was at least three girls becoming pregnant each month and even more having unprotected sex. However despite that set back Glyn was still a highly rated school and many parents would choose to send their daughters there more than anywhere else.
“There you are,” said Mr Smith seeing Stuart walk out of the dorms entrance carrying two bags that looked like they weighed his own body weight maybe even more. Mr Smith was standing in front of a massive coach which wad filled with at least twenty students and two other members of staff. All of his classmates gave him evils as he dropped his bags on the pavement, obviously annoyed that Stuart had taken an hour longer than anyone else.
“You better get on,” suggested the coach driver who had magically appeared next to him. Stuart nodded and hurried on board to join the rest of his equals, who were now busy chatting to each other no longer bothered that he was incredibly late. He gazed out of the window and watched as the old aged coach driver struggled to transfer his luggage from the ground to the cargo holder which was located at the bottom of the coach.
“Over here,” shouted a young female voice from the back of the coach. Stuart turned quickly seeing his three best friends sitting on the back row with one spare seat between them. Stuart and his friends where inseparable despite that they were all completely different to one another. Stuart was an English all round nice guy, Alex Lathebridge his best friend was a Ghanaian super geek, Haruka Natsuko was a Japanese rock chick and lastly there was Reiko Farthing a Canadian athlete. Despite their differences they had got on together ever since they first met each other on the first day of school, when they had to pick their roommates.
I was paired up with Alex, Stuart thought to himself as he wandered over to his friends. Both of us didn’t know anyone at Glyn so we decided to go together which turned out not to be such a bad thing. We didn’t meet Haruka and Reiko till the next day, or should I say I didn’t meet Haruka and Reiko till the next day, nope still not right, what I really meant was I accidentally walked into the girls shower rooms by MISTAKE and saw the two of them taking a shower, that’s right. I ended up having to go to hospital for two days from a concussion caused by a punch to the face by Reiko and a Scissor kick under the roof of my jaw by Haruka. Although it was me who got much worse off, I asked the girls if I could take them out to lunch to try and make them forgive me for what I did. They accepted my offer so me, Alex, Haruka and Reiko went to a Italian restaurant known as “La Familia” and ever since that day we have been best friends. Even though we are best friends, I have to say Reiko and Haruka looked dead sexy in the shower together.
“Thanks for waking me up Alex,” said Stuart sarcastically as he took his seat next to him. Alex was a lanky dark skinned boy with a small afro covering the top of his head. He wore a black t-shirt with a yin-yang symbol on it and a pair of dark blue jeans. He looked up as Stuart said his name, his face displaying a sign that he was not in the mood to be pissed off by false accusations.
“I did,” argued Alex. “First I tapped you on the shoulder, then I shook you repetitively, next I shouted in your ear and finally I punched you in the face.” Stuart put his hand up against his left cheek, quickly retracting it as a stinging pain began. Looking into the window he could see a small reflection of himself and a massive purple lump on the side of his head, Stuart glared at Alex with an evil look.
“Sorry man, just be glad I gave up, next time I was going to smash your crotch with our maths textbook.” both girls cringed whilst Stuart picked up his rucksack and placed it on his lap thinking of the pain that would of caused; the maths books were the size and weight of all the Harry Potter books combined. Stuart actually believed Alex’s story as this incident had happened before many times on school mornings and in maths classes. If there was an Olympic event for sleeping Stuart would win it hands down as he could go to sleep anywhere he want without hesitation.
Stuart then turned his attention from Alex to Reiko who was sitting to the left of him closest to the window on that side of the coach. “So how many times have you been skiing before then Reiko,” he asked already knowing the answer would be over the count of ten. Reiko and her parents were always travelling around the world trying out extreme sports and not so extreme sports. Stuart was jealous of her not because she travelled the world or that she had done things he would have never be able to do, instead he was jealous she got to miss so many goddamn school days. Though it soon ended when the government caught up to what they were doing and sent here to boarding so she could catch up on her school work. Reiko at first hated going to school at first (just like everyone else) but soon got used to it (not like everyone else) and then began to like it even more than travelling to many different destinations, to Stuart and his friends surprise.
“This is actually my first time,” said Reiko, as the coach jogged into motion. “My mum broke her leg when she and my dad  went skiing on their honeymoon and they have never done it since.” Stuart could easily imagine Reiko speeding down snow white hills at top speeds, her long, curly, golden brown hair flowing behind her. She was well built for most athletic activities whilst being incredibly sexy at the same time which is very hard to do these days, when was the last time you saw an attractive female athlete. She did not have bulging muscles instead she had the body that could match that of Lindsey Lohan one of Hollywood’s hottest properties. “Hey Haruka haven’t you been skiing before,” she asked remembering a conversation about the matter a couple of weeks ago.
Haruka shook into motion having been dozing into a light slumber. “Oh yeah,” she said eyes wide with excitement. “I have been to the Alps thousands of times with my big brother, well before he joined the army, we were like the best, speeding down the black slopes at nearly a hundred miles per hour.” Haruka was jumping up and down on her seat, waving her arms around symbolizing the actions she would of made whilst skiing. Haruka had lived in Japan till she was twelve when her Mother and Step-Father were killed in a bombing caused by a group of rebellious citizens who were against the Japanese government. She was then sent to London where she lived with her half-brother Ethan Simmons who was twenty and a member of the terrestrial army. Though after two years of fun, Ethan gave up his job as a teaching assistant and signed himself up for the R.A.F. In a matter of weeks he was accepted and was sent to a training camp which location is unknown that resulted in Haruka being sent to Glyn Boarding school until her much loved half-brother returned. “How bout you Alex,” said Haruka already knowing the answer to be…
“Yeah,” replied Alex  instantaneously. “I've been to the Alps and I've been sky-diving over Surrey.”
“Wow,” said Haruka along with a short girly giggle."I never expected you to be such a daredevil"
Haruka had short dark brown hair which didn’t reach the collar of her school shirt when she wore it except her sideburns that she grew in an unusual fashion which where inline with her collar. She had a small face, with a small nose but massive brown eyes and a mouth that on many occasions shows the biggest grin anybody would ever see. Haruka was wearing a long sleeved, dark purple shirt with a pair of incredibly tiny beige shorts and socks that stretched just over her knees which were the same colour as her shirt. “How about you Stu…”
Haruka, Alex and Reiko’s eyes opened wide in disbelief when they saw Stuart’s head lopped to one side, his eyes closed and his mouth gaping making him look like a zombie out of a modern day horror film. The coach had only just started and he was already in a deep, dark sleep, he had the longest lye in of the lot of them yet he was the first asleep like usual. Alex leaned over Haruka and put his face in front of Stuart’s, both girl were confused thinking that Alex was going to gay and give him a kiss or something. But instead he took a black felt-tip pen from his rucksack which was at his feet and began to scribble on Stuart’s forehead.

“Come on wake up Stuart,” said a feminine voice from beyond his closed eyes that he quickly opened seeing Haruka’s eyes staring back at him. The coach was empty except for her with bags of crisps and chocolate bar rappers left on the floor. “We’re on the ferry to France, the rest of the class are upstairs having their lunch but I thought I would stay down here with you.”
Stuart’s cheeks glowed a bright red as he wiped the sleep away from the corner of his eyes and flicking it away in a different direction. “Why,” he asked in the Darth Vader voice he usual couldn’t help to have when he wakes up.
“What, don’t you want us to be alone together,” She said her finger poked at his chest. Stuart was flabbergasted. Was Haruka hitting on me, Thought Stuart to himself. This had never happened before, I have always had a massive crush on her but I am always so nervous to tell her. I can stand up against bullies who are three years old than me though I can’t tell one girl my true feelings for her. She has never talked to me in that kind of manner before, she hasn’t even told me that I look good before and then just starts hitting on me without notice. God this is to good to be true, it feels like a… No, it can’t be, that is so unfair.
“Shit this is a dream isn’t, crap,” Shouted Stuart cursing as loud as he could. “For once you hit on me and it is a goddamn fucking dream, well I better not waste it then!”
Haruka jumped on top of him and they began making out wildly over the back four seats of the coach. She quickly removed the black hoody he was wearing and threw it on the floor before moving onto the buttons of his grey short sleeved shirt. Stuart moved his hands onto her butt and gave it a squeeze making Haruka give out a short squeal before going back to kiss him. Haruka had undone the top two buttons of his shirt when he began to slide her top over her head when…

“Come on wake up Stuart,” said a feminine voice from beyond his closed eyes that he quickly opened seeing Haruka’s eyes staring back at him. The coach was empty except for her with bags of crisps and chocolate bar rappers left on the floor. “We’re on the ferry to France, the rest of the class are upstairs having their lunch but I thought I would stay down here and wait till your awake.”
Stuart’s cheeks glowed a bright red as he wiped the sleep away from the corner of his eyes and flicking it away in a different direction. “Why,” he asked in the Darth Vader voice he usual couldn’t help to have when he wakes up. Hang on, this is the same dream all over again, why couldn’t I just finish the last one before starting me of on the exact same one. Stuart rose from his seat and embraced Haruka in a big hug before planting a kiss on her cheek. Her skin was so soft and warm, just like he imagined it would be so that was probably the reason it felt that way in his dream.
Haruka raised her eyebrow in confusion. “What are you doing, your acting like you have seen me in ages,” she said taking Stuart’s arms from around her and placing them by his sides. Though they didn’t stay there long Stuart took his right hand and placed it onto of her right breast.
Stuart’s eyes immediately widened and shot his arm off of her boob seeing the angry expression appearing on her bright red face. He had never actually felt a breast in real life and in his dreams had always guessed what it would feel like. This time it had felt different from ever before, even better than in all his other dreams, almost like it was real! “H…Haruka,” stuttered Stuart more nervous than he had ever been, knowing the pain she could cause him. “I…I thought it was a dream, I didn’t mean to do it I’m sorry.”
But it was too late, Haruka had already sent one hell of a punch straight into the ridge of Stuart’s nose causing an explosion of blood to come pouring out of his nostrils. He fell to the floor clinching his nose whilst he writhed in pain across the floor of the coaches walkway. “Don’t you ever do that again!” shouted Haruka her voice echoing around the cabin. She turned not saying another word and headed for the exit, Stuart was about to call back to her but didn’t bother when he caught a glance of a tear sliding down her cheek.