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The group were sat on a bus to belfast, heading towards the venue where the Take That concert was being held.
"We're going to get caught" Clare said
Clare was dressed in a black beanie and a black turtleneck under her denim dungarees whereas the rest of the group had stayed in their usual outfits.
"I just know it" Clare panicked
"We're not going to get caught" Esme said "Because, as far as our Mas are concerned, me, you, Michelle and James are at Erin's house, and Erin and Orla are round mine"
"But we're not round yours" Orla said with wide eyes "We're on a bus to Belfast"
"I can't, I cannot explain it to her again, I'm going to scream"
James' eyes averted to the large red suitcase that sat on the chairs in front of the group.
"What's in the suitcase?" James asked
"Vodka" Michelle shrugged
"You've brought an entire suitcase full of vodka?" Erin asked
"No" Michelle shook her head "There's some mixers as well, Erin. I'm not a savage. You can mix vodka with cider, right?"
The groups attention quickly turned to Clare who was sweating and rapidly wiping her head with her sleeve.
"God I'm boiling" Clare mumbled
"Is it any wonder, Clare? What are you wearing?" Erin asked
"You look like a fucking provo" Michelle said angrily
"I don't want anyone recognising me, OK?" Clare sighed
"Nobody's going to recognise you, Clare" Erin reassured her.
Suddenly, Sister Michael appeared on the bus, walking down the middle part, in the direction of the group.
"Clare Devlin? Is that you?" Sister Michael asked
"Jesus Christ" Clare muttered
"Relax, Clare" Erin said "It's the weekend. She has no authority over us at the weekend. She has no right to question us, and, if she tries to, I'll tell her as much".
Erin smirked, leaning back and folding her arms across her chest, inhaling a deep breath as Sister Michael walked closer and closer.
"Morning, girls" The nun said
"Morning, Sister Michael" The girls, and James, replied
"What takes you to Belfast?" The nun asked
"I'm not really sure that's-" Erin began to talk
"Speak up" Sister Michael instructed
"I'm not really sure that's any of your business" Erin said flatly.
