Clare is Way Better!

Shut up Yer Class

This chapter may be a wee bit short. But I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Ms. Jamie Moore groaned as there was more shouting and the noise of more tools being used in Mr. Robbie Murphy's woodwork room. Mr. William Berrill looked up at her apologetically.

He had a very bad hangover from the previous night when himself Jamie and Mr. Tadhg O'Callaghan had had a movie night at Jamie's and he had far too much to drink. When the noise had come from Robbie's classroom he had accidentally kicked Jamie's shin as he had tried to slid himself down his chair.

"I'll tell them to quieten down if ye want," Jamie offered, finding it amusing how hungover William was but also feeling a bit of pity for her best friend.

Robbie did of course know that William had a terrible hangover and that he'd hide out with Jamie when he had free classes because she was doing theory classes in woodwork today and had a few tech graph classes. So Robbie had decided to be evil and make as much noise as possible when he was sure William was in Jamie's room.

"No, it's fine," William said as the noise stopped for a few minutes, "it's my own fault for drinking last night."

Jamie almost laughed when the jigsaws started up and were followed by the noise of the routers and drills, but then she looked at William, who seemed to be trying to bury himself in his arms.

She finally took pity on him, and put her feet on her desk and looked towards the double yellow doors leading to the machine room and then to Robbie's room. The double doors on her side were closed and she was fairly sure the door on Robbie's side was closed too. As well as both of the actual doors into their rooms which were also closed.

Jamie leaned back in her chair slightly and her students looked up in amusement. She was in her 'yelling at Robbie in his room' position.

"I apologize in advance," Jamie said to William.

He groaned and grabbed his hoodie and pulled it over his head like a safety blanket.

"Robbie, would ye ever shut up yer class, Jaysus Christ!" Jamie shouted rather loudly.

William looked up at her in amusement as the noise from Robbie's room quietened considerably and several machines stopped making noise. William sighed in relief and relaxed on Jamie's desk.

"I'll be back in a second, Will," Jamie said, standing up from her chair, "just going to get you something to help with that hangover."

She walked out of her room and down to the staff-room. She walked into the kitchen area of the staff-room and started looking through the presses for a large glass.

"Do you need a hand, Jamie?" John O'Driscoll, one of the cleaners of the school asked.

"Yeah, what's the biggest glass that we have?" Jamie asked.

"Well we've got that massive jug that'll hold a gallon," John answered, pulling the jug out of one of the presses and handing it to Jamie.

Jamie filled it up to the top, and grinned at John.

"Robbie's biscuits are in the top press," Jamie said as she walked out of the staff-room. deciding that she could get payback for William.

"Oh my God," William said looking at the jug Jamie had, "are you expecting me to drink all of that?"

"It'll help you get rid of your hangover," Jamie replied, sitting back down at her desk, "if you stay hydrated it helps."

"By the way, Robbie sent a student in with a note for you as soon as you left," William said, passing her a piece of paper as he drank the water.

Jamie laughed as soon as she read it. It said 'You could've asked nicely.'

"Right, Mikey, can you bring a note to Mr. Murphy for me please?" Jamie asked a student at the back as she finished writing a note.

"No problem, miss," Mikey said walking up and taking the slip of paper from her and heading towards Mr. Murphy's room.

"What does it say?" William asked.

"That I told John where Robbie's biscuits are," Jamie said giggling.