"He's English! I can't be fancying him!"
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Maira McCarthy and her best friends are trying to enjoy life during The Troubles in Ireland. She was always told to hate the English, a rule she thought was simple, that was until James Maguire came alon...
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Maira McCarthy would give anything, literally anything to not hear Jenny Joyce and her weird friends sing first thing in the morning. Something she could live without. Maira had no idea why Sister Michael made them suffer through this, when she seemed to be hating it as much as they did.
"I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes."
"When will be free?" Maira muttered to herself
"I think Jenny Joyce will be haunting us forever." Michelle whispered to her, Maira was praying to everyone that Jenny did not stick around.
"Love is all around me, and so the feeling grows."
Maira noticed that Orla was swaying from side to side, she seemed to be really enjoying the song. "Orla." Erin whispered through gritted teeth.
"It's a nice song." Orla argued, still continuing to sway to the song, Maira wondered what Orla thought was good music.
"It's written in the wind, It's everywhere I go..."
"Sweet Jesus." Michelle muttered as it continued.
"So if you really love me, Come on and let it show..."
"Imagine someone singing that to you." Maira smirked, trying to hold back a laugh.
"Boke." Erin scoffed.
Michelle let out a breathy laugh. "Aye."
"there'll be no end. 'Cause on my love you can depend."
Jenny could not hit that high note at all, it sounded like a cat in pain. Maira screwed her eyes shut. "My ears are fucking ringing." Michelle complained.
"Couldn't hear you there, Michelle." Maira joked, opening her eyes again and seeing Sister Michael walking up to her stand, something she was thankful about as Jenny had now finished.
"Uh, wonderful, girls. Lovely stuff." Sister Michael dismissed them, Orla clapping. "Before I dismiss you for the weekend, a few announcements." She informed them, Maira was buzzing for this part. "On Monday morning, several of our year thirteens will face their GCSE maths resist." Maira rolled her eyes at this part, not what she wanting to hear. "Now, I know how daunting resist examinations can be, so if anyone is feeling anxious or worried, or even if you just want to chat, please, please do not come crying to me."
"She's very friendly, isn't she?" Maira mumbled.
"Let me see. What else?" Sister Michael thought aloud,
"Come on, come on, come on to fuck!" Michelle angrily whispered.
"Notice from Mr Macaulay. This year's destination for the Euro Trotters trip will be, dramatic pause..." Sister Michael turned to Mr Macaulay. "Did you actually want me to do the dramatic pause?" The man nodded his head at the nun's question. "Interesting." Sister Michael mumbled in response. "Paris. It's going to be Paris."
