James comes to live in Derry with his cousin Michelle.
What happens when he meets her friends, especially Ciara O'Hara.
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"aye, you can't forget the grease megamix"
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The three members of the O'Hara family stood in church, the youngest in between her two parents. Her mind kept wandering. It sounds bad but she was glad that her family had decided not to take in a Ukrainian. Ciara would've had to share her space with some random person who she's never met before. However, she wouldn't have minded the company, but she's got her friends.
Ciara almost fell asleep listening to the priest and Sister Michael.
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On their walk back from church, Ciara sighed,
"Come on, why are they even coming over here? Who wants to leave a nuclear zone to come to a war zone?"
"Well it's better here than it is there," Sean explained, walking with his hands in his pockets.
Donnagh bumped her daughter's shoulder with her own, "wouldn't you be glad if you got to go somewhere else for a bit?"
"Not really, I mean, I like Derry, all my friends are here," Ciara shrugged, and her family kept on walking.
They passed by Erin's house and saw James, Michelle, and Clare, coming the other way, towards the house.
"Ciara!" Michelle shouted, "do you want to come and see Erin's Russian?"
Ciara turned around to her Ma, "can I go to Erin's house, Mammy?"
Donnagh pretended to be thinking for a moment, "okay, go have fun love."
Ciara gave a big smile and skipped toward her friends who made their way into Erin's house. Once they were in there they saw Mrs Quinn who told them to go upstairs to Erin's room.
Michelle pushed the door open and they all popped their heads into the doorframe,
"Your ma said we could come up and have a look at the Russian."
"Ukrainian," Erin looked exasperated.
"Is this her?" Michelle stepped closer to her, and the other three rushed into the room, James closing the door behind them before coming to stand right next to Ciara.
"Isn't she cracker?" Orla asked, not taking her eyes off the dark-haired girl, "She's half mine."
"No, she's not, Orla."
"Aye, she is. Mammy said so," Orla said quietly.
"You're so lucky, Erin. I begged my ma to let me have one, but she said we've no room now that my dickhead, ballbag, English prick of a cousin's moved in," Michelle leaned back to talk to the curly-haired boy, "I'm talking about you James, in case you're wondering."
"Yeah, that much was clear. Thank you, Michelle," James sighed.
Michelle ignored her cousin, "have you seen the one Jenny Joyce got, the fella? Massive, massive ride. I've been thinking. Might be time for me to lose the rest of my virginity. And he's definitely a contender."
