What's the Craic?

When Blainthaid and her friends online newspaper What's the Craic? starts to get popular her friend posts an edgy story about a local celebrity but when the article gets noticed by the celebrity themself could the article cost them the website?
For the Polly Courtney challenges you competition :)

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1. What's the Craic?

Chapter 1 for the Polly Courtney challenges you competition. Don't understand a word? Check the Irish slang dictonairy in chapter 2.

In class now ugh maths, when will I ever need trigonometry?  Me and Adamh are currently tryin to balance my pencil on his rubber.                                                                                                      

“Blaithnaid and Adamh will ye stop actin the maggot and get on with your work”, shouted Ms Finnegan from her desk at the front of the class. I opened my banjaxed maths book and got to work on what felt like 100 questions.

 

I’m headin to lunch now poundies is the meal of the day, thank god I brought packed lunch. “Have ye seen Niamh the day? I ask Adamh when we’ve sat down at our table.                                            

“Naw I think she’s dobbin” Adamh replies as he takes a bite of his sandwich. Niamh is my best friend Me, Niamh, Adamh and Tiernan are all kinda a little group we all write for this website we created called What’s the Craic? It’s moreless an online magazine/newspaper. We started the WTC when we were all 14 we’re all 16 now and the website has got pretty popular among the Derry community. Tiernan does the sports’s, Niamh does the celebrity news and the fashion and Adamh and I do the general stuff like news and weather.                                                                

“Bout ye’s” asked Tiernan who has just joined us.                                                                          

“Nothin much, had Maths with Ms Finnegan before lunch, the witch give us bout 20 pages of questions for homework”, Adamh says.                                                                                                    

“You two ready for the meet up” I ask as I open my packet of Tayto. The ‘meet up’ is a  meetin we have every Thursday after school at my house we just discuss the website ways to improve it and stuff like that.

The afternoon really dragged but finally it was time to go home. Walking home from school now, the rain is pouring down typical Irish weather. I forgot my umbrella in my locker so I ‘m having to sprint for my house                                                                                                                                  

“Up the yard with ye!!!” shouted Ms MacCarick my neighbour, she’s lived in that house for years and only ever came out to do her shopping and to of course yell at anyone who steps onto her yard. My tabby cat Buttons was taking refuge from the rain on her doorstep.                                  

“Sorry”, I said as I scooped up Buttons into my hands. Mum must have forgotten te let him in. I really should invest in a cat flap. When I was in the door about 2 seconds the doorbell rang. I opened it to see Niamh standing with what looked like 40 shopping bags and yet managing to hold her glittery pink umbrella. I’d always admired her blonde hair and irish blue eyes but her habits were awful. I’d rather have my greasy brown hair ,brown eyes and brains.                              

“Where was the sale today?”, I asked giving her a look.                                                                  

“You seriously have to ask? I’ve been talkin’ about the Sally’s clearance sale for yonks”, she answered grinning.“Can I borrow your old P.E bag?”, she queried “My ma would kill me if she found out I dobbed”.                                                                                                                                

“What ever, you ready for the meeting?”, I asked her as I put down Buttons and put my soaked blazer on the radiator to dry.                                                                                                                    

“Aye of course”, she replied.                                                                                                                    

“Dia duit conas a bhí an scoil?”, Mum yelled from the kitchen. She loves to speak Irish in the house all she said was ‘Hi how was school?’.                                                                                                

“Fíneáil”, I shouted back which means ‘fine’.                                                                                          

“Do you want to go to my room and wait for Adamh and Tiernan to arrive?”, I asked.                         “Sure”, she replied lugging her bags up the stairs to my room.                                                            “Need some help?” I say taking some bags from her.

 

We chatted for a while until the doorbell rang ,I answered it. Of course it was Adamh and Tiernan. Because Tiernan does sports he has a big binder full of notes and newspaper clippings that he uses to write his articles.                                                                                                                          

“Hey”, Tiernan said just about poking his head over the binder. They followed me up to my room were we discussed the site for a while.                                                                                              

"Tiernan what sports are you covering at the minute”, I inquired.                                                            

“Ugh let me think football, rugby, gaelic I think that’s about it”, he answered.                                        

“Add golf to the list”, I said ticking it off the list in my trusty red notebook.                                              

“I’m gonna need another binder”, he joked.                                                                                  

“Niamh what articles have you released this week?”, I asked  not even glancing up from my notebook.                                                                                                                                                    

“I did an article about the local sensation Freddie O’Gorman”, she said as she stuffed clothes into my old P.E bag.                                                                                                                                            

“Finally let’s check the amount of subscribers”, I announced pulling my laptop onto my knee            

“OH MY GOD”, I screamed.                                                                                                              

“What what”, Niamh, Adamh and Tiernan asked concerned.                                                            

“WE HAVE OVER A MILLION SUBSCRIBERS,THE AMOUNT HAS TRIPLED OVERNIGHT!!!”, I yelled jumping up. Just then the phone rang out of habit I ran down stairs and answered it            

“Hello?”, I asked.                                                                                                                                          

“Hello is this Blathnaid McGinn editor and founder of What’s the Craic?”, the voice answered it was a woman with a very gruff voice.                                                                                                        

“Yes why?”, I answered my voice shaking.                                                                                            

“Hi this is Freddie O’Gorman’s manager I would like to have your site taken down and you and your writers to be sued for false accusations against my client”.

 

 

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