☆ ~ I’m leaving for New York ~ ☆ Mawce, Everybody's Worried About Owen

Today was more than exciting for the wee town of Derry. Yesterday, too.

Well, let me explain: We all know the stupid Brits dominated Ireland a while ago, naming area of the counties they claimed “Northern Ireland”. Then, the Rebellion began, and it was war all around. Enjoy your history lesson? Good.

Well, anyway, yesterday it was announced that it was all over. They were free. Today, the president of the United States.

Of course, the legendary Derry Girls were all excited. How could they not? But James seemed off...

“Guys, I have to tell you something…” He said timidly while they were all at the front gate, waiting for Bill to walk onto the platform ahead. “Well, it can fucking wait, now come on!” Michelle barked, pointing to the free space beside Clare.

“No, it can’t, it really can’t.” He muttered. “Oh for fecks sake!” Michelle grabbed her cousins arm and dragged him beside Clare, but he shoved back and glared at her.* “I’m going back to London.” “What? No, you can’t!” Erin exclamated. “I have to. Mum’s waiting in the car.” “Oh, for God’s sake, James, fuck off then, for all we care! Bastard!”

James let out a trembling breath and ran off, shoving through the crowd. The girls didn’t seem to understand the weight of the situation. {{user}}, however, did.