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S2:E3:P1:

"Isobel? Hi, it's Chris Tarrant here from Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?" Jack Wicker asked in a funny voice.

Causing his class to laugh.

"We've got your friend Malcolm here..."

"An elementary mistake, rookie, I have no friends." Isobel interrupted.

"But I do have a very particular set of skills, a set of skills that make me a nightmare for people like you."

"Hullo, Isobel! It's Malcolm here." Jack stayed with a terrible Scottish accent.

"My million pounds question is..." He continued as Isobel stormed her way through the school.

Making a beeline straight to Classroom K.

"Is miss Pickwell, A, the demon headmaster in drag?"

"B, Rose McWest? C, Andy Murray's mother?"

As she slammed the door wide open, only to be covered in glue and feather's.

"Or D, an angry Scottish chicken! Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!" Jack finished as everyone laughed down the phone.

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Mitchell and Rem Dogg were currently sat at the back holding a phone out while making a certain call.

As (Y/n) rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, yes she adored him but god he could be dumb sometimes.

"Help! Help! Let me out. I'm afraid of the dark!" Joe voice could be heard from his own phone as he pulled it out.

"Can you please tell me how to change this ringtone?" The boy begged.

As Stephen and Chantelle were currently talking about the book who couldn't continue as he was 'too upset about Pickwell.'

"Oi pineapple studios..!" Mitchell called from across the room.

"Want to know what happens at the end?"

"If you dare...!" Stephen growled.

"The boy and girl both.." He started only for Stephen to scream and cover his ears.

"Right no kisses for you!" (Y/n) told the boy.

Who suddenly whip his head and looked at her in shock.

"What? Nooo!" He begged pulling her close, only for her to turn away.

"Well stop being a dick to Stephen." She told him with a glare.

Making Mitchell raise his hands in surrender, causing Rem to laugh at the pair.

"You look fucking hot when you get feisty." Mitchell purred in his girlfriend's ear.

Causing a blush to escape her cheeks.

"History. History's all about dead people so, hypothetically, do you think ghost exist?" Jack asked shaking slightly.

"They don't, right?"

"I believe that when we die, we go to Liverpool." Stephen interjected.

"Yeah, only if you've done some messed-up shit." Mitchell replied while holding (Y/n)'s hand.

"Trust us. All the dead people talking through Derek Acorah always have Scouse accents."

"I thought I saw a ghost once.." Rem Dogg started as everyone looked at him.

"When I was having a sleepover at Mitchell house."

"Turned out, it was just his mum in her nightie trying to haunt my cock."

Making Mitchell snap his head around to the boy.

"Just cos your mum looks like someone drew eyes on a scrotum."

"I hear your gyppo mum does palm readings with a happy ending." Rem snarled.

"Do one!" Mitchell growled, as (Y/n) rubbed her hand up and down his arm in attempt to calm the boy.

"Enough! Someone's died. Can we just give a little respect?" Jing yelled causing everyone to go quiet.

"Thank you Jing." Wickers replied.

"Although, I did also hear that about Mitchell's mum." Causing said boy to glare at the man.

"Do you think Miss Pickwell's going to come back as a ghost?" Stephen asked.

"Wh...What? No. Why would you say that?" Alfie stuttered.

"Joe, you don't believe in this ghost nonsense?"

"Well, I thought I did, cos this one night, my room went really cold." Joe stated, as everyone leaned in.

"And?"

"Turns out, I left my fridge door open."

"You have a fridge in your room?" (Y/n) asked.

"Only for essentials like water, cheeses, pulled pork."

"OK, so say someone did see a ghost, hypothetically...what does it want from me?" Alfie asked the group.

"To put its unquiet spirit at rest." Rem Dogg said.

"What, like in that film where Jing walks out the telly?" Mitchell pointed at the ravenette.

"Oh, you can watch scary movies now?" She replied sarcastically.

"The boy who cried in Toy Story 3." She added.

"Didn't cry! I had something in my eye." The boy paused.

"Why do I give a shit if Andy's going to college?"

"Why did he have to leave Woody behind?" Mitchell cried, snuggling into his girlfriends arms, burying his face into her boobs for comfort.

"Oh baby." (Y/n) cooed with love kissing the top of his head.

"Rem Dogg's right. If you want to make your peace with Pickwell, Sir," Stephen stared.

"You should put on the most sha-mazing memorial ever."

"We can make it just like Whitney's! Hashtag - "Queen of the Night"." He finished with a flashy smile.

"You think that would work?" Alfie asked.

"If making my peace with Pickwell's unquiet spirit is what I wanted to do, hypothetically." He continued.

"Defo. OK, right, well, obviously, I'm not being haunted by Pickwell, but let's put on a memorial anyway."

"Why do you even care, Sir? Pickwell was a right bitch!" Mitchell commented coming up from his girlfriend chest.

"Shhh." Alfie rushed over slapping his hand over a now shocked Mitchell mouths.

"She might be listening."

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