A/N: Hey guys! I'm really excited to be writing my first collab story with my friend Yas McLennon Starrison, so I hope you're enjoying it so far and here we'll get a real introduction to Ciara.

Hannah :}

As soon as I stepped on the bus I rolled my eyes. It was common knowledge that me and Savannah, the two girls in the school with any balls, hated most of the boys in Quarry High. Especially Paul Mc Cartney, John Lennon and George Harrison. It didn't help much that one time I'd punched Lennon in the teeth, but I'm not having some idiot shit talk one of my friends.

Hitching up my skirt, I focused my eyes on the back wall of the bus. Being a person who isn't book smart, but more street smart I saw Mc Cartney stick his leg out as if he was going to trip my up, so I swiftly stepped over it, kicking it for good measure.

Sav and I sat down and started gossiping about school and fashion and music. I didn't really care for any of those things, I had something bigger on my mind. It was coming up to the anniversary of my parents death. In a weeks time they would be a year dead. I'm originally from Dublin in Ireland, but we moved up to Belfast when I was 15 and a year after that the RUC bombed a van my dad was driving for the IRA and my mum was with him. I couldn't bear to stay where their murder had happened, so I caught the first boat after the funeral to Liverpool and bluffed my way into renting a small flat, which is where I'm living now. I work at the local supermarket at nights and weekends to have something to live on and school is a real bother, but I need an education. I shook myself out of my own thoughts. I didn't need to think about my parents right now, I'd end up crying and it wouldn't do to see that.

"Shit, have you done the maths?" I asked Savannah.

She raised an eyebrow at me. "What do you think?"

I nodded. "I'll take that as a no,"

At long last we pulled up to our stop, which was one before Quarry High. I was walking down to get to the door and I felt someone pat my arse. I had a pretty good idea who it was. I spun round, grabbed Lennon's hand and twisted it in such a way that it made him wince in pain. Seven years of karate was not wasted on me.

"You ever fucking have your hands near me again, you are dead!" I said, storming off the bus.

"Why not just go cry to your mum, oh wait you haven't got one!" he retorted, laughing and high fiving Paul.

Usually I was a very feisty person, but something inside my snapped and I saw red. They can say whatever they want about me, but when it comes to my fucking parents, my dead parents, that's a different matter entirely.

I turned on my heel, walked back over to him and not for the first time punched him square in the face. I heard a satisfying crack as his nose broke.

Mc Cartney was looking from his friend to me and back in disbelief.

"I would regret that if I was you," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Regret it? You wish son, you just feel lucky you weren't in his shoes," I said.

"You're going to get it," said Lennon slowly and deliberately.

"Oh piss off," I said, walking off the bus to Savannah, who had seen the entire thing.

"Jesus Ciara, the fuck happened?" she said.

"He brought up my parents," I said with gritted teeth.

She said nothing, but gave me a quick hug. This is why I love Savannah. She knows when to push it and when not to.

*6 hours later*

The bell finally went and Sav and I got the bus home. I lived a bit further up than her so we said our goodbyes and I started the walk to my house.

I was about to walk in to the flats, when someone grabbed me from behind and dragged me to the alleyway round the back of the flats.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" I shouted.

"Don't say a word or you'll end up like your parents," said a voice. I felt the cold metal of a knife on my throat and the cold eyes of John Lennon on my own.