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Madina K: Revenge of the Spy.

DING, DING, DING! Ow, man, I just bumped my head on the mini table next to my bed.

“MADINA!” Mum calls out. “Hurry, you need to have breakfast,” I get dressed in my school uniform, (which is maroon pants and a green jumper), and rush downstairs. I gulp down my breakfast and then I brush my teeth. As soon as I finish brushing my teeth, I then tie my hair up in a bun and then put my hijab on. I can’t wait to get back to school! My friends are, Keira Davis, Jessie Ven, Victoria Ahmad, Zoe Vall and Beverley Silver. Keira is from New-Zealand, Jessie is from Canada, Victoria is Afghan, Zoe is Greek and Beverley, is from Bel-Air! And yes, she is rich. The school is only a five minute work so Ramineh, Zarah, Sarah and I walk to school together. Zahra, (Z.K) and Sarah, (Sassy) moved to a house next to ours just a day ago. It’s hard to believe. We also met SIA a few days ago! At school I’m in grade five! So is Sassy. I run outside and see that Ramineh is waiting outside with her bike and mine. I then see that Z.K and Sassy make their way outside with their bikes as well. Ramineh and Z.K are in year 6.

“Hi!” I shout to them.

“Hey!” they respond with.

“Here, follow me! I’ll show you where the school is!” Ramineh tells them. We ride to school and we get surprised by what we see at the school gate. It’s our principal, Mrs. Smithward, and he’s doing the dab! We immediately walk past, trying to not make eye contact with him. We then make it towards the playground and my friends are there.

“Hey Madina!” Keira excitedly says as we make our way across.  Keira is a pretty cool person. She isn’t the biggest fan of wearing dresses and skirts like me. The only time I wear them is when we’re going to a party or wedding or whatever. I like to wear baggy or Adidas or Nike or something. Beverley loves wearing whatever the trend is because she is RICH! $$$ Victoria usually wears Adidas but at school she wears a maroon jumper and maroon pants. Jessie likes to wear shorts and jumpers at school. Apparently it’s ‘cool and trendy at our school’.  So… yeah.  Jessie and Beverley are those girls who are trendy and caught up and things like that.

“Hey Madina, who’s that?” Keira asked pointing to Sassy and Z.K.

“Oh yeah, these are my cousins. Sarah whose nickname is Sassy. She is also in year six. And that’s Zahra and her nickname is Z.K. She’s in year eight,” I tell her. At the school we go to, (Bevten Street School) it’s a year prep to ten school. That’s why Ricky and Z.K are in the school. Our school may be a prep to nine school, but it’s empty all right. There’s only five-hundred students! It’s not even a private school!

“Hey look, there’s a new student! She looks about our age,” I say. I’m staring at a girl who is wearing a hijab. She’s wearing a jumper and pants, like me and she looks lonely. She is also wearing glasses. It looks like those cool trendy ones though. I walk over to her. Victoria, Keira, Zoe and Sassy follow me.

“Hey!” I say enthusiastically.

“Oh, umm, hi. My name is Afsi,” she responds.

“My name is Madina and this is Victoria, Keira and Sarah!” I say kindly.

“So, do you know what class you’re going to be in?” Victoria asks.

“Umm, yeah. I’m going to be in Mrs. V’s class. What about you?” She asks.
“OMG! That’s the same as us!” Sassy excitedly says.  ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, ALL THE SINGLE LADIES! Oh, that was the music. I quickly ran to my new classroom and saw the teacher standing there. She had the brown-blonde mix. You know, when it’s brown at the top and blonde at the bottom. She straightened that! She was wearing a white Nike jumper with black jeans.

“Hello everyone! My name is Mrs. V and I will be your teacher for the year!” She said as we entered. “Well, first things first! Let’s get sorted into tables! There is two tables of eight, and a table of six! So… how about we start with you, Madina! Who would you like to be on your table?” She asks me.

“Uhh, I will have Sarah, Keira, Beverley, Zoe, Afsi, Victoria and Jessie on my table,” I say.

“Okay, a table of eight. You can have the back table!” She tells us all.  We walk to the table and I sit next to Afsi and Sassy. Beverly and Jessie are sitting in front of me. Zoe and Victoria are sitting to my right. Keira the claims a spot next to Afsi. All the other people sort themselves onto a table.

“Okay, everybody! Let’s play a little game. I see there are a few new faces, including mine! So… we’re going to go around the room and everyone is going to say a few things about themselves. Their full name, their background, their favourite sport, and what they think they’re most good at!” Everybody does that. Soon it’s our tables turn.

“My name is Sarah Karzai. I am Afghan. My favourite sport is cricket and I think I’m really good at, uhh, I don’t know. I’m really good at cricket.”

“My name is Keira Davis. I’m a New-Zealander. My favourite sport is skateboarding and I’m really good at dancing,” That’s true. She goes to dance class.

“Yeah, hi. I’m Beverley Silver. I’m from Bel-Air. My favourite sport is bike riding and I’m really good at designing new things,” Beverley says.

“I’m Zoe Vall. I’m Greek. I love Footy and that’s also what I’m good at.”

“I’m Victoria Ahmad, I’m Afghan, my favourite sport is basketball and I’m pretty good at making different kinds of food!”

“I’m Jessie Ven. My background is Canada and I was also born there. My favourite sport is ice-hockey and I am pretty good at gardening!”

“I am Madina Shabnam,” (yes, that is my middle name,) “Karzai! I am Afghan. I love cricket and I am an OUSTANDING artist!”

“And last, but not least, who are you?” Says Ms. V pointing to Afsi.

“I am Afsana but people call me Afsi. My surname is Hakimi, I enjoy playing soccer and I also love drawing!” Afsi says. The whole class stares at Afsi. Well, at least the Muslims in my class, which is about a quarter.

“Okay! Let’s get straight into it!” Ms. V says.  “Open your school boxes and wait for everyone else,” Our school boxes have all our school supplies like pens and books, glue sticks and scissors, pencils and texta’s. All that types of things.  Once everyone has opened their boxes, Ms. V says, “I presume you know how to put it in piles. Like, books together and that stuff. If you have any questions, just ask me,” she says. Ms. V sits down at a new blue spinning chair. She looks at her laptop and starts to type something.

“Hey Afsi, I have a question for you,” I say, while putting my green writing books in a neat pile.

“Speak away!” She enthusiastically says while getting out her new, blue pencil case.

“Where you born in Afghanistan?” I ask.

“Yes! I actually moved to Australia this year! I know how to speak English so well because I learnt it in Afghanistan!” She tells me.

“Ooh! That’s interesting!” Sarah says, peeking over my shoulder.  After, about a half-hour, we are all finally finished. I look at the table behind me, and see that Lia is on her phone. At our school, you can’t have a phone during school hours. Sure, you can keep it in your bag and use it before and after school. She has got some NERVE!

I can tell she is reading something on it. I just can’t put my finger on what’s she is recording. Lia is a ‘friend’ of mine but she loves wearing snazzy clothes. She is a red/maroon jacket with a striped shirt that she is not supposed to be wearing. She then immediately zips up her jacket. She lowers her phone to her surprise, Ms. V is standing in front of her with her hands on her hips.

“Lia, what are you doing?” She asks.

“I need to have a look on my Tripper account. Raven Grave did a post! Rumor has it, that she is going to move to France for six months as a dare! Girl has some guts,” she says.

“Well, you’re not allowed on your phone!” Ms. V says.

“Oh, please, Miss-,”

“NO! Okay, where were we? You know what, let’s go outside and do a little game!” She tells us, with a cheeky smile. We follow her outside where she leads us to a basketball court.
“WHO’S READY FOR DODGEBALL!?” she asks. “So, we have an even number of boys and girls! We will have BOYS vs. GIRLS!” we break into our group. “READY, SET, DODGE!” she yells. Ms. V throws the girls team 5 balls and same to the other team. I get a ball and chuck it with all my might. It hits James on the shoulder. James’ friend, Johnno, then gets his revenge by hurling the ball towards me. I then backflip over it. I hear Ms. V blow her whistle.

“M-Madina? You can do a backflip?” she asks curiously and a bit nervously.

“Y-yes…” I respond with.

“When did you learn to do that? And where?” she asks once again.

“I learnt during the holidays. I’m self-taught,” I say. The whole class is staring at me, barely remembering to blink. I then remember that only Sassy knows in my class. Ms. V blows her whistle again.

“G-game on,” she says staring very carefully at me. I see that Hakeem grabs a ball and lobs it at three of the girls, and hits all of them as they are standing in a group. I feel like they WANTED to be eliminated because the second they get out, they start to gossip about this or that.  I look behind me and see that the principal is standing their watching us.

“TIME-OUT!” Ms. V shouts. I notice that there are five girls left on our team and same with the boys. “TELL YOUR TEAM CAPTAIN TO MAKE A PLAN!” she hollers.

“Wait… what do you mean, team captain?” I ask. Everyone stares, thinking the same thing.

“Oh yeah, SELECT A TEAM CAPTAIN!” she bellows.

“Who should be our team captain?” I ask once we are all in a circle. The other girls, who were out came.

“Ms. V said we are back in,” one of them explains.

“I nominate you! Everyone good for Madina?” Lia says. Everyone nods. “Okay, well that’s settled,”

“Here’s my plan, we will let all the balls come to our team and we save them. Once we get all the balls, which should be ten, we will stand in a straight line and throw. Everyone got it?” I say. Everyone nods, once more.

“TIME IN!” Ms. V cries. Our team starts off with five balls, like the opposing team. The BOYZZZ, (as they call themselves), throw two of theirs. Then, they throw two more.

“One more to go…” I whisper. Then, I notice a ball comes hurling at me. I, luckily, dodge it. “LETZ GOOOO!” I shout. We do as we plan. Line up in a straight line. Throw the ball and hits everyone! WE WIN!

“GIRLS WIN! GOOD GAME! INSIDE!” Ms. V blows her whistle. Mrs. Smithward goes inside.  We go into our classroom.

 

Once we are inside, Ms. V tells us we have to write about our holidays. I’m excited. Most of the teachers lover my writing I do. They say it’s the best they have seen in a while! I’m also excited because I have had some weekend. I then realise that Sassy and I did the exact same things in the holiday. I tell sassy to follow me to Ms. V. She does so.

“Ms. V?” I say.

“Yes?” she responds.

“Sarah and I had the exact same holidays as she was living at my house. So, I was wondering if we could maybe work together to write it,” I say.

“Oh, umm, yes, I guess. But that means it should be twice as better!” Ms. V tells us. Sarah and I work for a good forty-five minutes and then we finally get it finished with a really good piece of writing.

“Okay! I think we did a pretty good job!” I tell Sassy.

“Everyone! You should all be finished. Who wants to read theirs,” Ms. V asks. Beverley puts her hand up. “Okay, Beverley! You can read yours,”

She started to read. “And then my family and I went on TV! That’s my holidays!”

“Okay! Some holidays you had… anyone else?” I put my hand up. “Okay, you and Sarah can have a go.”
“In our holidays, Sarah and I had an adventure!” I started explaining about the attic and the clues. “So that is how we met Sia! One of the most famous Australian singer-songwriter!” I tell everybody. Everyone is staring at Sarah and I with their jaw dropped. Even Ms. V’s.

“W-wow. I’m lost for words!” She says. “Let’s get into groups of fives. I have an activity we can do,” Sarah, Victoria and Afsi come to me. I notice that Beverley, Keira, Jessie and Zoe for a group. We’re both forming a totally different group. That’s when someone in my class called Zainab comes.

“Hey can I come in your group?” she asks.

“Of course!” I respond with.

“Is everyone happy with their groups?” Ms. V asks.

“Yes!” we all respond with.

“Good, because this is your new table members,” I look behind me and see that Lia joined Beverley’s groups. I am actually secretly happy because I’m a close friend with Zainab. I actually have had an Afghan only table!

“I’m going to put on some music and you can draw or whatever. There should be some paper at the front of the class,” Ms. V tells us. She sits down at her desk and connects her laptop with the TV. I get a piece of paper and start to sketch something. It looked like this:

I see that Afsi does a sketch that looks like mine.

“WHOA! Afsi, you weren’t kidding when you said you are good at drawing. That looks really cool!” I exclaim.

“Thanks, yours looks really cool as well,” she says. After about another 20 minutes, we go outside. Victoria, Sassy, Zainab, Afsi and I all go to the small, green oval. I forget to mention in my previous book that I have a little sister who is 4 called AMINA! It was a cool, summer day! We started to chat for a bit then this happened-

“HEY MADINA! COME AND PLAY SOCCER WITH US! YOUR FRIENDS CAN COME TO!” Hakeem yelled. He was with some of his friends who aren’t in our class called Imran, Zaid and about two others are with him. They’re all Afghan.

“SURE!” I yell back. I rush over to the small bit of the oval.

“Let’s do five on five. You can have Victoria, Sarah, Zainab and Afsi and I’ll have Imran, Zaid, Noah and Hassan on my team. Let’s do this THANG! The winner is who has the most points when the bell goes, by the way.”

“COME ON!!!” I bellow with a side of coolness. Hakeem puts the ball in the middle, and we all go running towards it. Imran gets the ball, but not for long.  Sarah comes diving in, out of nowhere, and gets the ball! She then runs really fast, and then, kicks the ball and scores. Just as she does, the bell goes.

“Yeah, yeah. You win, whatever,” Hakeem mumbles.

 

The day goes by pretty quick. I meet Ramineh and Z.K at the bike shed. Sarah and I walk over to them.

“Hi!” Z.K says.

“Hello!” I say.

“Quick! We need to get home in ten minutes. Sisters of the City is about to start! We can watch at our house,” Z.K tells us. We race home on our bikes. I then quickly put my bike on the grass in my front-yard, and dash inside to change out of my school clothes and put on my black jumper and my comfy blue pants.

“MADINA JAN!” mum shouts.

“Yes?” I answer.

“If you can give this to Sia…” Mum hands me a plate of rice.

“Okay!”

I then rush over to the house next to mine but I see Sia gardening. I then walk over.

“Hi, Sia!” I say.

“Hey!” she responds with.

“Mum told me to give this to you…” I hand her the rice.

“How are you?” she asks.

“Good! How about you?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah, I’m good! Maddie is coming over tomorrow if you want to come! Oh, and I also started to make a new song. It’s kind of based on what happened, to be honest,” she lets me know.

“Bye! I have to go. I’m going to see Z.K. We’re going to watch Sisters of the City!”

“I love that show! Bye!”

I wave goodbye.  I jog over to Z.K and Sassy’s house.

“Okay! Let’s turn on ZE TV!” I say.

We do so.  The theme song turns on.  THERE ARE FOUR OF US! WE LOVE TO HAVE FUN! WE’RE HOME ALONE! AND WE HAVE SOME KINDS OF LAUGHTER!!!! Yeah… the theme song makes no sense at all.

 

In that episode someone come over and she needs to see if they have a permit to live there. It’s lots of trouble because they don’t have one. They manage in then end though. When I get home, it’s four o’ clock.

“Salaam Ramineh wa Madina Jan!” wa means ‘and’ in Afghan.

“Salaam Madar Jan!” Ramineh says.

“Do you want me to help make dinner?” I ask.

“Oh, no thanks. I will let you know if I do!”

I go to the attic, where it’s like dream land, and throw myself on the bed… Zzzzzz Zzzzzz Zzzz

“ARGHHHHHHH!!!!” I hear Ramineh shout.

“What… what is it?” I ask.

“Oops- sorry. Hi!” Z.K was standing there and she looked a bit creepy.

“How did you get here?” I ask.

“I got a rope and climbed up,” Z.K explains.

“Do you need something or…?” Ramineh says.

“Oh yeah, I wanted to see if this would work. Anyway, bye!”

Z.K leaves the room.

“Yeah… that was weird….” I remark.

 

I do nothing much for the rest of the day. After dinner I go into my room and just sit on my desk chair doing nothing. Yeah, I was very bored. Before I know it, it’s 8:30 so I go to bed since I have nothing else to do. I get out my Harry Potter and Prisoner of Azkaban book because I don’t know what else to do… Zzzz Zzzzzzzzz Zzzzzz…

 

The rest of the week goes by pretty quick. Nothing much happens. By the time Monday comes, I am really tired.

“Madina! Come! You got to go in five minutes!” Mum yells.

When I hear this I rush out of my pajamas and go downstairs. I grab an apple and hop on my bike. I see that Z.K is already waiting there.

“Hi!” I say.

“Hey! Where’s Ramineh?” Z.K asks.

“She’s packing her bag,” I respond with. “What about Sassy?”

“Err, I don’t know to be honest…” Z.K says truthfully.

Two minutes later, Sarah and Ramineh come out.

“Sorry I was late. Let’s go!” Sassy says.

 

We arrive at school just as the bell goes.

“Hello everybody! Let’s start the day with a quick math’s sheet!” Ms. V says. Some people groan at that.

Ms. V hands out math’s sheets and before she leaves she says, “Oh, and I need to leave the classroom! Put your sheet on my table when done and just read or something.”

Ms. V left the room without looking back. I started my math’s worksheet and finished it quickly. I put it on her desk, but noticed something. A piece of paper that said:

Madina,

Sarah,

Victoria,

Afsi,

Zainab.

CAPTURE! STEAL! WIN!

 

I couldn’t help but take the paper and put it in my pocket.

 

The day takes forever! I am waiting for break so I can show Sassy, Victoria, Afsi and Zainab what I found. When I show them they stare with their mouth open.

“Please tell me you know another group of friends called Madina, Sarah, Victoria, Afsi and Zainab,” Sarah says hopefully.

“But why does she want US?” asks Zainab.

“I don’t know,” I say.

 

After break, we go back inside, but keep a close on Ms. V.

“Okay, everyone! Write a book report about one of these three books: Harry Potter, The Mystery Mayhem or Stay Away. I assume you have read of them. If no, come to my desk and we’ll sort something out,” Ms. V tells us.

I decide to write about Harry Potter.  I love that book…

 

DING, DING, DING! It’s the end of the school day. I run out of the classroom but Ms. V holds me back.

“Madina, can you stay, I need to talk to you. Oh, and everyone else on your table, please,” Ms. V says.

We all exchange looks with worry.

“Today when I left my classroom, I had a piece of paper. I know you stole it!” Ms. V says.

“What are you talking about, Miss?” I ask.

“You know very clear what I’m talking about,” Ms. V spits at us.

“I don’t,” I lie.

“Empty your pockets then. All of you, one-by-one!” Ms. V says pleased with herself as she came up with an ‘incredible’ idea. I’m luckily a step ahead of her. I pass the note to Victoria, and then I empty my pockets.

“Hmm, you’re clear…” Ms. V says.

“Ok,” I say.

Everyone else empties their pockets.

“Well… I guess you’re all clear. Sorry for accusing you. I hope you forgive me,” Ms. V says.

“Okay, bye,” we all say.

“Before you go, remember to bring your excursion to the MCG!” Ms. V reminds us.

“I have a quick question; what’s your full name?” I ask.

“Rivka Villanova,” she responds with.

“WHOA! Epic name!” Sarah remarks.

“Oh yeah, I’m Russian! Goes back decades! Maybe even centuries. But there is one thing that all my family have wondered. A few years ago, my great grandpa had to go for a walk. He was very energetic, and then, he didn’t return. People say that it was a murder, others say there was a black hole,” Ms. V tells us. “His name was Vladimir Villanova.”

 

I rush to the bike shed but it starts to rain.

“Dude! It’s raining so much!” Z.K shrieks over the rain.

“I know!” I say.

“Quick, let’s hop on our bikes!” Ramineh says.

“Uhm, I don’t think we can do that…” I say.

“Why do you say that? Sarah asks.

“Because someone came over and popped all the bike wheels,” I tell everyone.

“Then how are we going to get home?” Z.K asks.

“Yeah, we better go by foot… with our bikes. Quick, get these jackets!” I say. I chuck everyone a jacket.

“Where on earth did you get it?” Ramineh asks.

“Not time to explain now! Or ever, it’s not important,” I mutter.

 

 

We run home, with our bike in one hand. I knock on the door to my house and Mum opens it.

“Salaam!” Mum says.

“Salaam!” we all say.

We go inside the house and into the attic.

“I have an interesting story from what happened at school…” I explain what happened and why I was held back.

“Rivka… Rivka Villanova…” Z.K says. “I’ve heard that name somewhere… HANG ON! Oh, no, oh no! I know who she is! We learn about her at Silama School for Students,” (her old school) “and the person she is, you won’t like it…” Z.K gulps. “She is a spy. Not the good one… the bad one- world famous villain. The thing that confuses me most is why she didn’t make up a person…”

“I remember that we had to change tables and Villanova, whoa, I’m probably going to call her by her full surname as its cool, probably WANTED us to be on the same table. But I have a question; does she want something?” I ask.

“Well, yes… a while ago, probably 15 years ago, she was respected and people LOVED her! She was beautiful and kind! She donated to charity and usually went to the Nursing Home to cheer people up. Most importantly, she was the Queen of Australia. One day, someone who was more wonderful then her, came and took her spot. They dethroned her, took away everything she ever loved. She was prepared to leave the country, but then she found this mansion with no owner. Villanova had a look inside and saw that people were on computers working like there was no tomorrow. One of the workers came up to her and said, ‘we are now working for you. Nobody has entered in 20 years. We take your every command. We can make you more powerful then you ever were!’ Well, Villanova had a plan… to become strong and… FEARED! 5 years later she was the most feared person in Australia. No one ever crossed her… for a while. Someone came up to her house and said they could help make her more amazing then she is. Villanova didn’t believe her at first, but then after a year of persuading, Villanova FINALLY agreed. The person entered the house and sat down. When Villanova wasn’t looking, she snuck a bomb under the couch.  The mysterious person left the house an hour later and when she was leaving and walking on the path, the bomb exploded! And so did Villanova… with rage. She hunted that person down for years, and Villanova never found her. No one actually knows what her name was. The thing is, you have the most wanted spy in the world, as your teacher!!! HANG ON! Don’t have an excursion to the MCG?” Z.K explains and asks.

“Yeah, we do. Why?” I respond with.

“Then that means… she is going to put up a huge fight. Villanova has weapons hidden everywhere. But it’s confusing why she didn’t want to make up a name. She made up a whole new person; a person in their early twenties, yet didn’t make up a name. It’s so weird… but if she is going to put up a fight, you’re going to need to be ready. Come with me,” Z.K tells us.

 

Two minutes later, we’re inside Z.K and Sarah’s bedroom, as they share one. I see that there is a poster of tow swords. She taps it with her knuckle two times, and the poster is removed and replaced with a big hole. We enter it. There are a heap of swords lying on the floor, neatly.

“Welcome to my training room!” Z.K says.

“I still can’t decide what’s better: the attic, or this!” I remark.

“It didn’t take a while to make this. The hard part was finding these swords. Then I had an idea! I decided that I could make them. I first had to find a picture of a sword. Then I went to this place where there was a 3D printer. I placed the picture in it and it came out 3D!” Z.K informs us.

“That’s amazing! And a bit concerning… anyway, should we start? And also, on the list of names, it shows Zainab’s, Victoria’s and Afsi’s as well as ours…” I remember.

“I know this amazing secret place in the school! It’s behind a load of towels. If you go behind the towels, you will see a shed. Go inside the shed! It’s fit for around ten people max. Z.K and I will come with you guys, along with Layla,” (Their friend) “as she will probably be willing to help. That’s the good news.”

“So, should we start…?” I ask.

“Yep. Pick up a sword,” Z.K tell us.

We do as she says and pick up a sword.

“First, with you sword, move it left and then right.”

 

“Great job today Madina! I’m actually impressed. How do you know how to use it so well?” Z.K asks after an hour of training.

“I don’t know how,” I respond with.

Ramineh and I walk home.

“I just don’t understand how you think that Lia Creevy,” (the Lia in my class. That one that was told off for being on her phone,) “is a better YouTuber then Roxanne Lian. I mean, I know that Lia is super famous, but you try having her in your class for a week! She is so annoying. Lia always makes up phony excuses. Whereas Roxanne is more generous. Besides, Roxanne is from Britain. People from Britain have really cool accents!” I say while walking.

“Well, OK. Let’s go inside.” Ramineh tells me while walking inside.

“How was school today?” Mum asks Ramineh and me.

“Good! But I need to tell you something,” I reply with. I explain all about Villanova and her being my teacher. It looks like Mum has already heard of her because she looks… scared… and shocked.

“WHAT! OH, NO! You and Sarah both have her, right? OK, umm, it’s too late to transfer classes and you can’t have absence because it won’t be a good a good enough excuse. And your principal isn’t stupid for you guys to be ‘sick’ for the rest of the year. The only thing to do is to pretend you have NEVER heard of her. Zahra and Sarah’s mum told me that you girls were girls were training. OK, so, just be extra cautious when around Villanova,” Mum tells us.

“OK,” I say.

 

For the next two weeks, we all train HARD! We are finally ready.

“OK EVERYONE! We are about to leave and go to the MCG! A game is going to start in six hours.  All the 3-6 students are going to be there! Before we go though, I need to say who everyone is going to be sitting next to. Madina and Lia. Victoria and Beverley. Keira and Sarah. Afsi and Zoe. Zainab and Jessie,” the list goes on. I’m not going to say I want to sit next to Lia because she never stops talking about how many people subscribe to her.

We walk to the bus and Lia and I found a sit around the middle. The yellow bus moves.

“Madina?” Lia asks.

“Yes?” I respond with.

“You’re never play DynaBlox anymore. And you had so much DynaBux.”

“Oh yeah. I let Zoe have my account because I didn’t want to use it anymore. She gladly accepted.”

“Now, your fashion choice… I know that jumper is you colour and so is your pants, but I don’t think it suits you…” Lia tells me. Well, that was the last straw.

“You know what Lia. I don’t care that you’re famous. I don’t care that you’re rich. I don’t even care that you have so many subscribers. At least I don’t have to wear a hat whenever I want to leave the house so the Paparazzi won’t see me,” I shoot back at her, confidently. Lia just stares at me as if she wants to punch me. Well, at least I made her shut up! ?

 

Forty-five minutes later, we arrive at our destination! The MCG looks so neat and tidy.  I remember the last time I came here was two years ago when I went to see a football game with my cousins. That was a great day!

“Here we are everyone. And there is all the other students from the other classes,” Ms. V, or should I says Rivka Villanova, points at a group of students and I notice Ramineh, Z.K and Layla. “Get in groups of fives and have a walk around. In four hours meet me back here! Well, off you go!”

Zainab, Afsi, Victoria, Sarah and I, go into a group.

“Wad’ya wanna do?” asks Zainab. We all shrug. I never really thought about what we’re going to do before Villanova puts a fight. Hey, there’s a crowd over there. Let’s see what’s going on!”

We walk towards it and see Villanova pulling out a sword.

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t the girls who are going to be DEAD by the end of the excursion! Yes everyone, I AM RIVKA VILLANOVA! I AM GOING TO KILL TODAY! NOT JUST ONE PERSON, BUT FIVE! MAYBE EVEN MORE IF ANYONE IS STUPID ENOUGH TO TRY AND STOP ME,” Villanova says. I see everyone is super scared.

“I WON’T LET YOU. MADINA IS THE REASON I CAME TO THE SCHOOL. SHE HELPED ME. SHE,” Beverly says. She is now in tears. “IS THE ONLY TRUE FRIEND I’LL EVER HAVE, EVER,”

“Well, you made a mistake,” Villanova says. She slashes the sword through Beverley’s chest. She falls to the ground as if it’s in slow motion. I see that some people start crying.  I then reach into my bag and pull out my sword. Zainab, Victoria, Afsi and Sarah all do the same. I see Villanova shake a bit. She was probably thinking that we weren’t going to be prepared. “Fine. We shall duel. OK. We shall begin.”

I take a step and Villanova does the same. She begins to fight. So do we. I see Ramineh, Z.K and Layla in the stands with a bunch of other students. I notice that the stands are filling up with people. The game must be in one hour not six hours! Most of them are standing there with popcorn or food. I then see Jayda in tears. Her only sister had died. Well, technically she has a sister in university but Beverly was her only sister who she would play with.

This is like the war of the decade!!! I’m thinking whether I’ll survive or not. If I don’t what’ll happen to my siblings? What will Mum and Boba do?  I remember everything Z.K taught me. Then Villanova pins me to the ground and holds the sword to my throat. This is it. I think.

“Before I kill you, let me explain why I chose you girls. Well, you see, when I was very stupid and kind, I was a close friend with all your parents. We were always together. Then a decade or two later, I was in my house. Someone knocked on my door. It was YOUR MOTHER MADINA. SHE SAID SHE WOULD HELP ME BECOME POWERFUL. SHE DESTROYED MY HOUSE. I KNOW THAT YOU’RE MOTHERS PLANNED TO PLANT THE BOMB. IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT YOU’RE HER DAUGHTER.”

I’m shivering. Villanova picks the sword up and is about to kill me, but then Zainab takes the sword out of her as if she does it every day.

“OH, HELLO! WANT A PIECE OF ME!?” Villanova says.

“Sure. I mean, I’d like to see you try. You can’t even beat an old man in a wheelchair. And people say you’re an ‘incredible fighter.’ Yeah, well they are right… when DONKEY’S FLY!” Zainab says. Then they go into an old school fight; just hands and feet. I never knew Zainab can do KARATE! It was the coolest fight ever. IN HISTORY!

 

That fight between them went on for about half-an-hour. That’s when I saw camera people. I guess they’re recording this live! Then I see a sword within my reach. I pull the sword towards me and then slice the sword through Villanova’s chest. My heart is beating. Everyone is staring. No surprise. I mean, I would (obviously) stare at myself, because I’m amazing. Anyway, I’m watching Villanova. It feels like hours, yet it seconds.

“NOOOOOOOO!” she cries. Then she turns into black smoke and vanishes from view.

“Did she just turn into smoke or-“I ask.

“I don’t think she’s dead. No. Have you ever read those books where people think that someone is dead but they’re actually stronger or weaker?” says Zainab.

“I DON’T READ!” someone in the stadium cries out.

“We ain’t talking to you mate!” I let them know.

“OH! OK! THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW!” they tell me.

“No worries. Anyway, what do we do now?” I ask. Then my mum and dad comes rushing to me. I almost cry. I could have never seen them again. They speak to me in Afghan. I’ll translate in English.

“Madina! We were so worried! Oh! I love you,” Mum says as she wraps me in a big hug. I don’t feel embarrassed at all. As a matter of fact I’m proud. And that’s the definition of Karzai!

 

THE END!

DING, DING, DING! Ow, man, I just bumped my head on the mini table next to my bed.

“MADINA!” Mum calls out. “Hurry, you need to have breakfast,” I get dressed in my school uniform, (which is maroon pants and a green jumper), and rush downstairs. I gulp down my breakfast and then I brush my teeth. As soon as I finish brushing my teeth, I then tie my hair up in a bun and then put my hijab on. I can’t wait to get back to school! My friends are, Keira Davis, Jessie Ven, Victoria Ahmad, Zoe Vall and Beverley Silver. Keira is from New-Zealand, Jessie is from Canada, Victoria is Afghan, Zoe is Greek and Beverley, is from Bel-Air! And yes, she is rich. The school is only a five minute work so Ramineh, Zarah, Sarah and I walk to school together. Zahra, (Z.K) and Sarah, (Sassy) moved to a house next to ours just a day ago. It’s hard to believe. We also met SIA a few days ago! At school I’m in grade five! So is Sassy. I run outside and see that Ramineh is waiting outside with her bike and mine. I then see that Z.K and Sassy make their way outside with their bikes as well. Ramineh and Z.K are in year 6.

“Hi!” I shout to them.

“Hey!” they respond with.

“Here, follow me! I’ll show you where the school is!” Ramineh tells them. We ride to school and we get surprised by what we see at the school gate. It’s our principal, Mrs. Smithward, and he’s doing the dab! We immediately walk past, trying to not make eye contact with him. We then make it towards the playground and my friends are there.

“Hey Madina!” Keira excitedly says as we make our way across.  Keira is a pretty cool person. She isn’t the biggest fan of wearing dresses and skirts like me. The only time I wear them is when we’re going to a party or wedding or whatever. I like to wear baggy or Adidas or Nike or something. Beverley loves wearing whatever the trend is because she is RICH! $$$ Victoria usually wears Adidas but at school she wears a maroon jumper and maroon pants. Jessie likes to wear shorts and jumpers at school. Apparently it’s ‘cool and trendy at our school’.  So… yeah.  Jessie and Beverley are those girls who are trendy and caught up and things like that.

“Hey Madina, who’s that?” Keira asked pointing to Sassy and Z.K.

“Oh yeah, these are my cousins. Sarah whose nickname is Sassy. She is also in year six. And that’s Zahra and her nickname is Z.K. She’s in year eight,” I tell her. At the school we go to, (Bevten Street School) it’s a year prep to ten school. That’s why Ricky and Z.K are in the school. Our school may be a prep to nine school, but it’s empty all right. There’s only five-hundred students! It’s not even a private school!

“Hey look, there’s a new student! She looks about our age,” I say. I’m staring at a girl who is wearing a hijab. She’s wearing a jumper and pants, like me and she looks lonely. She is also wearing glasses. It looks like those cool trendy ones though. I walk over to her. Victoria, Keira, Zoe and Sassy follow me.

“Hey!” I say enthusiastically.

“Oh, umm, hi. My name is Afsi,” she responds.

“My name is Madina and this is Victoria, Keira and Sarah!” I say kindly.

“So, do you know what class you’re going to be in?” Victoria asks.

“Umm, yeah. I’m going to be in Mrs. V’s class. What about you?” She asks.
“OMG! That’s the same as us!” Sassy excitedly says.  ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, ALL THE SINGLE LADIES! Oh, that was the music. I quickly ran to my new classroom and saw the teacher standing there. She had the brown-blonde mix. You know, when it’s brown at the top and blonde at the bottom. She straightened that! She was wearing a white Nike jumper with black jeans.

“Hello everyone! My name is Mrs. V and I will be your teacher for the year!” She said as we entered. “Well, first things first! Let’s get sorted into tables! There is two tables of eight, and a table of six! So… how about we start with you, Madina! Who would you like to be on your table?” She asks me.

“Uhh, I will have Sarah, Keira, Beverley, Zoe, Afsi, Victoria and Jessie on my table,” I say.

“Okay, a table of eight. You can have the back table!” She tells us all.  We walk to the table and I sit next to Afsi and Sassy. Beverly and Jessie are sitting in front of me. Zoe and Victoria are sitting to my right. Keira the claims a spot next to Afsi. All the other people sort themselves onto a table.

“Okay, everybody! Let’s play a little game. I see there are a few new faces, including mine! So… we’re going to go around the room and everyone is going to say a few things about themselves. Their full name, their background, their favourite sport, and what they think they’re most good at!” Everybody does that. Soon it’s our tables turn.

“My name is Sarah Karzai. I am Afghan. My favourite sport is cricket and I think I’m really good at, uhh, I don’t know. I’m really good at cricket.”

“My name is Keira Davis. I’m a New-Zealander. My favourite sport is skateboarding and I’m really good at dancing,” That’s true. She goes to dance class.

“Yeah, hi. I’m Beverley Silver. I’m from Bel-Air. My favourite sport is bike riding and I’m really good at designing new things,” Beverley says.

“I’m Zoe Vall. I’m Greek. I love Footy and that’s also what I’m good at.”

“I’m Victoria Ahmad, I’m Afghan, my favourite sport is basketball and I’m pretty good at making different kinds of food!”

“I’m Jessie Ven. My background is Canada and I was also born there. My favourite sport is ice-hockey and I am pretty good at gardening!”

“I am Madina Shabnam,” (yes, that is my middle name,) “Karzai! I am Afghan. I love cricket and I am an OUSTANDING artist!”

“And last, but not least, who are you?” Says Ms. V pointing to Afsi.

“I am Afsana but people call me Afsi. My surname is Hakimi, I enjoy playing soccer and I also love drawing!” Afsi says. The whole class stares at Afsi. Well, at least the Muslims in my class, which is about a quarter.

“Okay! Let’s get straight into it!” Ms. V says.  “Open your school boxes and wait for everyone else,” Our school boxes have all our school supplies like pens and books, glue sticks and scissors, pencils and texta’s. All that types of things.  Once everyone has opened their boxes, Ms. V says, “I presume you know how to put it in piles. Like, books together and that stuff. If you have any questions, just ask me,” she says. Ms. V sits down at a new blue spinning chair. She looks at her laptop and starts to type something.

“Hey Afsi, I have a question for you,” I say, while putting my green writing books in a neat pile.

“Speak away!” She enthusiastically says while getting out her new, blue pencil case.

“Where you born in Afghanistan?” I ask.

“Yes! I actually moved to Australia this year! I know how to speak English so well because I learnt it in Afghanistan!” She tells me.

“Ooh! That’s interesting!” Sarah says, peeking over my shoulder.  After, about a half-hour, we are all finally finished. I look at the table behind me, and see that Lia is on her phone. At our school, you can’t have a phone during school hours. Sure, you can keep it in your bag and use it before and after school. She has got some NERVE!

I can tell she is reading something on it. I just can’t put my finger on what’s she is recording. Lia is a ‘friend’ of mine but she loves wearing snazzy clothes. She is a red/maroon jacket with a striped shirt that she is not supposed to be wearing. She then immediately zips up her jacket. She lowers her phone to her surprise, Ms. V is standing in front of her with her hands on her hips.

“Lia, what are you doing?” She asks.

“I need to have a look on my Tripper account. Raven Grave did a post! Rumor has it, that she is going to move to France for six months as a dare! Girl has some guts,” she says.

“Well, you’re not allowed on your phone!” Ms. V says.

“Oh, please, Miss-,”

“NO! Okay, where were we? You know what, let’s go outside and do a little game!” She tells us, with a cheeky smile. We follow her outside where she leads us to a basketball court.
“WHO’S READY FOR DODGEBALL!?” she asks. “So, we have an even number of boys and girls! We will have BOYS vs. GIRLS!” we break into our group. “READY, SET, DODGE!” she yells. Ms. V throws the girls team 5 balls and same to the other team. I get a ball and chuck it with all my might. It hits James on the shoulder. James’ friend, Johnno, then gets his revenge by hurling the ball towards me. I then backflip over it. I hear Ms. V blow her whistle.

“M-Madina? You can do a backflip?” she asks curiously and a bit nervously.

“Y-yes…” I respond with.

“When did you learn to do that? And where?” she asks once again.

“I learnt during the holidays. I’m self-taught,” I say. The whole class is staring at me, barely remembering to blink. I then remember that only Sassy knows in my class. Ms. V blows her whistle again.

“G-game on,” she says staring very carefully at me. I see that Hakeem grabs a ball and lobs it at three of the girls, and hits all of them as they are standing in a group. I feel like they WANTED to be eliminated because the second they get out, they start to gossip about this or that.  I look behind me and see that the principal is standing their watching us.

“TIME-OUT!” Ms. V shouts. I notice that there are five girls left on our team and same with the boys. “TELL YOUR TEAM CAPTAIN TO MAKE A PLAN!” she hollers.

“Wait… what do you mean, team captain?” I ask. Everyone stares, thinking the same thing.

“Oh yeah, SELECT A TEAM CAPTAIN!” she bellows.

“Who should be our team captain?” I ask once we are all in a circle. The other girls, who were out came.

“Ms. V said we are back in,” one of them explains.

“I nominate you! Everyone good for Madina?” Lia says. Everyone nods. “Okay, well that’s settled,”

“Here’s my plan, we will let all the balls come to our team and we save them. Once we get all the balls, which should be ten, we will stand in a straight line and throw. Everyone got it?” I say. Everyone nods, once more.

“TIME IN!” Ms. V cries. Our team starts off with five balls, like the opposing team. The BOYZZZ, (as they call themselves), throw two of theirs. Then, they throw two more.

“One more to go…” I whisper. Then, I notice a ball comes hurling at me. I, luckily, dodge it. “LETZ GOOOO!” I shout. We do as we plan. Line up in a straight line. Throw the ball and hits everyone! WE WIN!

“GIRLS WIN! GOOD GAME! INSIDE!” Ms. V blows her whistle. Mrs. Smithward goes inside.  We go into our classroom.

 

Once we are inside, Ms. V tells us we have to write about our holidays. I’m excited. Most of the teachers lover my writing I do. They say it’s the best they have seen in a while! I’m also excited because I have had some weekend. I then realise that Sassy and I did the exact same things in the holiday. I tell sassy to follow me to Ms. V. She does so.

“Ms. V?” I say.

“Yes?” she responds.

“Sarah and I had the exact same holidays as she was living at my house. So, I was wondering if we could maybe work together to write it,” I say.

“Oh, umm, yes, I guess. But that means it should be twice as better!” Ms. V tells us. Sarah and I work for a good forty-five minutes and then we finally get it finished with a really good piece of writing.

“Okay! I think we did a pretty good job!” I tell Sassy.

“Everyone! You should all be finished. Who wants to read theirs,” Ms. V asks. Beverley puts her hand up. “Okay, Beverley! You can read yours,”

She started to read. “And then my family and I went on TV! That’s my holidays!”

“Okay! Some holidays you had… anyone else?” I put my hand up. “Okay, you and Sarah can have a go.”
“In our holidays, Sarah and I had an adventure!” I started explaining about the attic and the clues. “So that is how we met Sia! One of the most famous Australian singer-songwriter!” I tell everybody. Everyone is staring at Sarah and I with their jaw dropped. Even Ms. V’s.

“W-wow. I’m lost for words!” She says. “Let’s get into groups of fives. I have an activity we can do,” Sarah, Victoria and Afsi come to me. I notice that Beverley, Keira, Jessie and Zoe for a group. We’re both forming a totally different group. That’s when someone in my class called Zainab comes.

“Hey can I come in your group?” she asks.

“Of course!” I respond with.

“Is everyone happy with their groups?” Ms. V asks.

“Yes!” we all respond with.

“Good, because this is your new table members,” I look behind me and see that Lia joined Beverley’s groups. I am actually secretly happy because I’m a close friend with Zainab. I actually have had an Afghan only table!

“I’m going to put on some music and you can draw or whatever. There should be some paper at the front of the class,” Ms. V tells us. She sits down at her desk and connects her laptop with the TV. I get a piece of paper and start to sketch something. It looked like this:

I see that Afsi does a sketch that looks like mine.

“WHOA! Afsi, you weren’t kidding when you said you are good at drawing. That looks really cool!” I exclaim.

“Thanks, yours looks really cool as well,” she says. After about another 20 minutes, we go outside. Victoria, Sassy, Zainab, Afsi and I all go to the small, green oval. I forget to mention in my previous book that I have a little sister who is 4 called AMINA! It was a cool, summer day! We started to chat for a bit then this happened-

“HEY MADINA! COME AND PLAY SOCCER WITH US! YOUR FRIENDS CAN COME TO!” Hakeem yelled. He was with some of his friends who aren’t in our class called Imran, Zaid and about two others are with him. They’re all Afghan.

“SURE!” I yell back. I rush over to the small bit of the oval.

“Let’s do five on five. You can have Victoria, Sarah, Zainab and Afsi and I’ll have Imran, Zaid, Noah and Hassan on my team. Let’s do this THANG! The winner is who has the most points when the bell goes, by the way.”

“COME ON!!!” I bellow with a side of coolness. Hakeem puts the ball in the middle, and we all go running towards it. Imran gets the ball, but not for long.  Sarah comes diving in, out of nowhere, and gets the ball! She then runs really fast, and then, kicks the ball and scores. Just as she does, the bell goes.

“Yeah, yeah. You win, whatever,” Hakeem mumbles.

 

The day goes by pretty quick. I meet Ramineh and Z.K at the bike shed. Sarah and I walk over to them.

“Hi!” Z.K says.

“Hello!” I say.

“Quick! We need to get home in ten minutes. Sisters of the City is about to start! We can watch at our house,” Z.K tells us. We race home on our bikes. I then quickly put my bike on the grass in my front-yard, and dash inside to change out of my school clothes and put on my black jumper and my comfy blue pants.

“MADINA JAN!” mum shouts.

“Yes?” I answer.

“If you can give this to Sia…” Mum hands me a plate of rice.

“Okay!”

I then rush over to the house next to mine but I see Sia gardening. I then walk over.

“Hi, Sia!” I say.

“Hey!” she responds with.

“Mum told me to give this to you…” I hand her the rice.

“How are you?” she asks.

“Good! How about you?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah, I’m good! Maddie is coming over tomorrow if you want to come! Oh, and I also started to make a new song. It’s kind of based on what happened, to be honest,” she lets me know.

“Bye! I have to go. I’m going to see Z.K. We’re going to watch Sisters of the City!”

“I love that show! Bye!”

I wave goodbye.  I jog over to Z.K and Sassy’s house.

“Okay! Let’s turn on ZE TV!” I say.

We do so.  The theme song turns on.  THERE ARE FOUR OF US! WE LOVE TO HAVE FUN! WE’RE HOME ALONE! AND WE HAVE SOME KINDS OF LAUGHTER!!!! Yeah… the theme song makes no sense at all.

 

In that episode someone come over and she needs to see if they have a permit to live there. It’s lots of trouble because they don’t have one. They manage in then end though. When I get home, it’s four o’ clock.

“Salaam Ramineh wa Madina Jan!” wa means ‘and’ in Afghan.

“Salaam Madar Jan!” Ramineh says.

“Do you want me to help make dinner?” I ask.

“Oh, no thanks. I will let you know if I do!”

I go to the attic, where it’s like dream land, and throw myself on the bed… Zzzzzz Zzzzzz Zzzz

“ARGHHHHHHH!!!!” I hear Ramineh shout.

“What… what is it?” I ask.

“Oops- sorry. Hi!” Z.K was standing there and she looked a bit creepy.

“How did you get here?” I ask.

“I got a rope and climbed up,” Z.K explains.

“Do you need something or…?” Ramineh says.

“Oh yeah, I wanted to see if this would work. Anyway, bye!”

Z.K leaves the room.

“Yeah… that was weird….” I remark.

 

I do nothing much for the rest of the day. After dinner I go into my room and just sit on my desk chair doing nothing. Yeah, I was very bored. Before I know it, it’s 8:30 so I go to bed since I have nothing else to do. I get out my Harry Potter and Prisoner of Azkaban book because I don’t know what else to do… Zzzz Zzzzzzzzz Zzzzzz…

 

The rest of the week goes by pretty quick. Nothing much happens. By the time Monday comes, I am really tired.

“Madina! Come! You got to go in five minutes!” Mum yells.

When I hear this I rush out of my pajamas and go downstairs. I grab an apple and hop on my bike. I see that Z.K is already waiting there.

“Hi!” I say.

“Hey! Where’s Ramineh?” Z.K asks.

“She’s packing her bag,” I respond with. “What about Sassy?”

“Err, I don’t know to be honest…” Z.K says truthfully.

Two minutes later, Sarah and Ramineh come out.

“Sorry I was late. Let’s go!” Sassy says.

 

We arrive at school just as the bell goes.

“Hello everybody! Let’s start the day with a quick math’s sheet!” Ms. V says. Some people groan at that.

Ms. V hands out math’s sheets and before she leaves she says, “Oh, and I need to leave the classroom! Put your sheet on my table when done and just read or something.”

Ms. V left the room without looking back. I started my math’s worksheet and finished it quickly. I put it on her desk, but noticed something. A piece of paper that said:

Madina,

Sarah,

Victoria,

Afsi,

Zainab.

CAPTURE! STEAL! WIN!

 

I couldn’t help but take the paper and put it in my pocket.

 

The day takes forever! I am waiting for break so I can show Sassy, Victoria, Afsi and Zainab what I found. When I show them they stare with their mouth open.

“Please tell me you know another group of friends called Madina, Sarah, Victoria, Afsi and Zainab,” Sarah says hopefully.

“But why does she want US?” asks Zainab.

“I don’t know,” I say.

 

After break, we go back inside, but keep a close on Ms. V.

“Okay, everyone! Write a book report about one of these three books: Harry Potter, The Mystery Mayhem or Stay Away. I assume you have read of them. If no, come to my desk and we’ll sort something out,” Ms. V tells us.

I decide to write about Harry Potter.  I love that book…

 

DING, DING, DING! It’s the end of the school day. I run out of the classroom but Ms. V holds me back.

“Madina, can you stay, I need to talk to you. Oh, and everyone else on your table, please,” Ms. V says.

We all exchange looks with worry.

“Today when I left my classroom, I had a piece of paper. I know you stole it!” Ms. V says.

“What are you talking about, Miss?” I ask.

“You know very clear what I’m talking about,” Ms. V spits at us.

“I don’t,” I lie.

“Empty your pockets then. All of you, one-by-one!” Ms. V says pleased with herself as she came up with an ‘incredible’ idea. I’m luckily a step ahead of her. I pass the note to Victoria, and then I empty my pockets.

“Hmm, you’re clear…” Ms. V says.

“Ok,” I say.

Everyone else empties their pockets.

“Well… I guess you’re all clear. Sorry for accusing you. I hope you forgive me,” Ms. V says.

“Okay, bye,” we all say.

“Before you go, remember to bring your excursion to the MCG!” Ms. V reminds us.

“I have a quick question; what’s your full name?” I ask.

“Rivka Villanova,” she responds with.

“WHOA! Epic name!” Sarah remarks.

“Oh yeah, I’m Russian! Goes back decades! Maybe even centuries. But there is one thing that all my family have wondered. A few years ago, my great grandpa had to go for a walk. He was very energetic, and then, he didn’t return. People say that it was a murder, others say there was a black hole,” Ms. V tells us. “His name was Vladimir Villanova.”

 

I rush to the bike shed but it starts to rain.

“Dude! It’s raining so much!” Z.K shrieks over the rain.

“I know!” I say.

“Quick, let’s hop on our bikes!” Ramineh says.

“Uhm, I don’t think we can do that…” I say.

“Why do you say that? Sarah asks.

“Because someone came over and popped all the bike wheels,” I tell everyone.

“Then how are we going to get home?” Z.K asks.

“Yeah, we better go by foot… with our bikes. Quick, get these jackets!” I say. I chuck everyone a jacket.

“Where on earth did you get it?” Ramineh asks.

“Not time to explain now! Or ever, it’s not important,” I mutter.

 

 

We run home, with our bike in one hand. I knock on the door to my house and Mum opens it.

“Salaam!” Mum says.

“Salaam!” we all say.

We go inside the house and into the attic.

“I have an interesting story from what happened at school…” I explain what happened and why I was held back.

“Rivka… Rivka Villanova…” Z.K says. “I’ve heard that name somewhere… HANG ON! Oh, no, oh no! I know who she is! We learn about her at Silama School for Students,” (her old school) “and the person she is, you won’t like it…” Z.K gulps. “She is a spy. Not the good one… the bad one- world famous villain. The thing that confuses me most is why she didn’t make up a person…”

“I remember that we had to change tables and Villanova, whoa, I’m probably going to call her by her full surname as its cool, probably WANTED us to be on the same table. But I have a question; does she want something?” I ask.

“Well, yes… a while ago, probably 15 years ago, she was respected and people LOVED her! She was beautiful and kind! She donated to charity and usually went to the Nursing Home to cheer people up. Most importantly, she was the Queen of Australia. One day, someone who was more wonderful then her, came and took her spot. They dethroned her, took away everything she ever loved. She was prepared to leave the country, but then she found this mansion with no owner. Villanova had a look inside and saw that people were on computers working like there was no tomorrow. One of the workers came up to her and said, ‘we are now working for you. Nobody has entered in 20 years. We take your every command. We can make you more powerful then you ever were!’ Well, Villanova had a plan… to become strong and… FEARED! 5 years later she was the most feared person in Australia. No one ever crossed her… for a while. Someone came up to her house and said they could help make her more amazing then she is. Villanova didn’t believe her at first, but then after a year of persuading, Villanova FINALLY agreed. The person entered the house and sat down. When Villanova wasn’t looking, she snuck a bomb under the couch.  The mysterious person left the house an hour later and when she was leaving and walking on the path, the bomb exploded! And so did Villanova… with rage. She hunted that person down for years, and Villanova never found her. No one actually knows what her name was. The thing is, you have the most wanted spy in the world, as your teacher!!! HANG ON! Don’t have an excursion to the MCG?” Z.K explains and asks.

“Yeah, we do. Why?” I respond with.

“Then that means… she is going to put up a huge fight. Villanova has weapons hidden everywhere. But it’s confusing why she didn’t want to make up a name. She made up a whole new person; a person in their early twenties, yet didn’t make up a name. It’s so weird… but if she is going to put up a fight, you’re going to need to be ready. Come with me,” Z.K tells us.

 

Two minutes later, we’re inside Z.K and Sarah’s bedroom, as they share one. I see that there is a poster of tow swords. She taps it with her knuckle two times, and the poster is removed and replaced with a big hole. We enter it. There are a heap of swords lying on the floor, neatly.

“Welcome to my training room!” Z.K says.

“I still can’t decide what’s better: the attic, or this!” I remark.

“It didn’t take a while to make this. The hard part was finding these swords. Then I had an idea! I decided that I could make them. I first had to find a picture of a sword. Then I went to this place where there was a 3D printer. I placed the picture in it and it came out 3D!” Z.K informs us.

“That’s amazing! And a bit concerning… anyway, should we start? And also, on the list of names, it shows Zainab’s, Victoria’s and Afsi’s as well as ours…” I remember.

“I know this amazing secret place in the school! It’s behind a load of towels. If you go behind the towels, you will see a shed. Go inside the shed! It’s fit for around ten people max. Z.K and I will come with you guys, along with Layla,” (Their friend) “as she will probably be willing to help. That’s the good news.”

“So, should we start…?” I ask.

“Yep. Pick up a sword,” Z.K tell us.

We do as she says and pick up a sword.

“First, with you sword, move it left and then right.”

 

“Great job today Madina! I’m actually impressed. How do you know how to use it so well?” Z.K asks after an hour of training.

“I don’t know how,” I respond with.

Ramineh and I walk home.

“I just don’t understand how you think that Lia Creevy,” (the Lia in my class. That one that was told off for being on her phone,) “is a better YouTuber then Roxanne Lian. I mean, I know that Lia is super famous, but you try having her in your class for a week! She is so annoying. Lia always makes up phony excuses. Whereas Roxanne is more generous. Besides, Roxanne is from Britain. People from Britain have really cool accents!” I say while walking.

“Well, OK. Let’s go inside.” Ramineh tells me while walking inside.

“How was school today?” Mum asks Ramineh and me.

“Good! But I need to tell you something,” I reply with. I explain all about Villanova and her being my teacher. It looks like Mum has already heard of her because she looks… scared… and shocked.

“WHAT! OH, NO! You and Sarah both have her, right? OK, umm, it’s too late to transfer classes and you can’t have absence because it won’t be a good a good enough excuse. And your principal isn’t stupid for you guys to be ‘sick’ for the rest of the year. The only thing to do is to pretend you have NEVER heard of her. Zahra and Sarah’s mum told me that you girls were girls were training. OK, so, just be extra cautious when around Villanova,” Mum tells us.

“OK,” I say.

 

For the next two weeks, we all train HARD! We are finally ready.

“OK EVERYONE! We are about to leave and go to the MCG! A game is going to start in six hours.  All the 3-6 students are going to be there! Before we go though, I need to say who everyone is going to be sitting next to. Madina and Lia. Victoria and Beverley. Keira and Sarah. Afsi and Zoe. Zainab and Jessie,” the list goes on. I’m not going to say I want to sit next to Lia because she never stops talking about how many people subscribe to her.

We walk to the bus and Lia and I found a sit around the middle. The yellow bus moves.

“Madina?” Lia asks.

“Yes?” I respond with.

“You’re never play DynaBlox anymore. And you had so much DynaBux.”

“Oh yeah. I let Zoe have my account because I didn’t want to use it anymore. She gladly accepted.”

“Now, your fashion choice… I know that jumper is you colour and so is your pants, but I don’t think it suits you…” Lia tells me. Well, that was the last straw.

“You know what Lia. I don’t care that you’re famous. I don’t care that you’re rich. I don’t even care that you have so many subscribers. At least I don’t have to wear a hat whenever I want to leave the house so the Paparazzi won’t see me,” I shoot back at her, confidently. Lia just stares at me as if she wants to punch me. Well, at least I made her shut up! ?

 

Forty-five minutes later, we arrive at our destination! The MCG looks so neat and tidy.  I remember the last time I came here was two years ago when I went to see a football game with my cousins. That was a great day!

“Here we are everyone. And there is all the other students from the other classes,” Ms. V, or should I says Rivka Villanova, points at a group of students and I notice Ramineh, Z.K and Layla. “Get in groups of fives and have a walk around. In four hours meet me back here! Well, off you go!”

Zainab, Afsi, Victoria, Sarah and I, go into a group.

“Wad’ya wanna do?” asks Zainab. We all shrug. I never really thought about what we’re going to do before Villanova puts a fight. Hey, there’s a crowd over there. Let’s see what’s going on!”

We walk towards it and see Villanova pulling out a sword.

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t the girls who are going to be DEAD by the end of the excursion! Yes everyone, I AM RIVKA VILLANOVA! I AM GOING TO KILL TODAY! NOT JUST ONE PERSON, BUT FIVE! MAYBE EVEN MORE IF ANYONE IS STUPID ENOUGH TO TRY AND STOP ME,” Villanova says. I see everyone is super scared.

“I WON’T LET YOU. MADINA IS THE REASON I CAME TO THE SCHOOL. SHE HELPED ME. SHE,” Beverly says. She is now in tears. “IS THE ONLY TRUE FRIEND I’LL EVER HAVE, EVER,”

“Well, you made a mistake,” Villanova says. She slashes the sword through Beverley’s chest. She falls to the ground as if it’s in slow motion. I see that some people start crying.  I then reach into my bag and pull out my sword. Zainab, Victoria, Afsi and Sarah all do the same. I see Villanova shake a bit. She was probably thinking that we weren’t going to be prepared. “Fine. We shall duel. OK. We shall begin.”

I take a step and Villanova does the same. She begins to fight. So do we. I see Ramineh, Z.K and Layla in the stands with a bunch of other students. I notice that the stands are filling up with people. The game must be in one hour not six hours! Most of them are standing there with popcorn or food. I then see Jayda in tears. Her only sister had died. Well, technically she has a sister in university but Beverly was her only sister who she would play with.

This is like the war of the decade!!! I’m thinking whether I’ll survive or not. If I don’t what’ll happen to my siblings? What will Mum and Boba do?  I remember everything Z.K taught me. Then Villanova pins me to the ground and holds the sword to my throat. This is it. I think.

“Before I kill you, let me explain why I chose you girls. Well, you see, when I was very stupid and kind, I was a close friend with all your parents. We were always together. Then a decade or two later, I was in my house. Someone knocked on my door. It was YOUR MOTHER MADINA. SHE SAID SHE WOULD HELP ME BECOME POWERFUL. SHE DESTROYED MY HOUSE. I KNOW THAT YOU’RE MOTHERS PLANNED TO PLANT THE BOMB. IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT YOU’RE HER DAUGHTER.”

I’m shivering. Villanova picks the sword up and is about to kill me, but then Zainab takes the sword out of her as if she does it every day.

“OH, HELLO! WANT A PIECE OF ME!?” Villanova says.

“Sure. I mean, I’d like to see you try. You can’t even beat an old man in a wheelchair. And people say you’re an ‘incredible fighter.’ Yeah, well they are right… when DONKEY’S FLY!” Zainab says. Then they go into an old school fight; just hands and feet. I never knew Zainab can do KARATE! It was the coolest fight ever. IN HISTORY!

 

That fight between them went on for about half-an-hour. That’s when I saw camera people. I guess they’re recording this live! Then I see a sword within my reach. I pull the sword towards me and then slice the sword through Villanova’s chest. My heart is beating. Everyone is staring. No surprise. I mean, I would (obviously) stare at myself, because I’m amazing. Anyway, I’m watching Villanova. It feels like hours, yet it seconds.

“NOOOOOOOO!” she cries. Then she turns into black smoke and vanishes from view.

“Did she just turn into smoke or-“I ask.

“I don’t think she’s dead. No. Have you ever read those books where people think that someone is dead but they’re actually stronger or weaker?” says Zainab.

“I DON’T READ!” someone in the stadium cries out.

“We ain’t talking to you mate!” I let them know.

“OH! OK! THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW!” they tell me.

“No worries. Anyway, what do we do now?” I ask. Then my mum and dad comes rushing to me. I almost cry. I could have never seen them again. They speak to me in Afghan. I’ll translate in English.

“Madina! We were so worried! Oh! I love you,” Mum says as she wraps me in a big hug. I don’t feel embarrassed at all. As a matter of fact I’m proud. And that’s the definition of Karzai!

 

THE END!

2 comments

inky State Library Victoria

What a story!

22nd Oct, 20
queenzai

:) Thank you for giving yourself time to read this! :))

23rd Oct, 20