❝ my family are so fucked up. i love them ❞
hannah gallagher, the middle child.
a spit fire, a smart ass and god damn loyal.
as long as she doesn't turn out like her parents, she doesn't care.
she's just trying not to get herself killed.
❝ fuck the...
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Debbie giggled as she watched her older sister get ready, making Hannah raise an eyebrow at the younger girl.
"What's so funny?" She asked with a suspicious look, tugging on her maroon blazer.
"You in that." Debbie smiled, gesturing to Hannah's school uniform.
Hannah rolled her eyes with a small laugh, "Don't even get me started," She told her little sister, covering the bruise on her forehead with the concealer that she stole from one of her classmates, "I feel like a fucking fascist." She snorted, making Debbie laugh as there was a lazy knock on the door and it swung open to reveal their eldest sibling.
"7:15!" She told them before leaving the room.
Turning to the third youngest Gallagher, Hannah sarcastically asked, "No, really? Our alarms didn't tell us." She rolled her eyes.
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Lip snorted out a laugh as he followed Hannah downstairs, "Nice bow, Pippi Longstocking." He chortled, tugging on the maroon material.
"Nice stain, jerk-off," Hannah shot back, making her brother look down at his crotch in worry, "Made you look." She sang with a smirk, making her way down the rest of the stairs.
Grabbing herself a bowl of cereal, Hannah glanced over at the calendar on the fridge.
"Fi." She drew her sister's attention over to her, tapping on today's date, which read 'ELECTRIC'.
"Shit," Fiona muttered, putting the milk carton down on the table, pulling out a small box from the cupboard and grabbing it off the fridge, tossing it in the box along with some money. She deftly retrieved the nearly empty milk carton from Lip before he was able pour it on his cereal, dropping the box in front of him, making Hannah laugh, "Electric."
"Coming through." Ian said, charging into the kitchen, Carl on his back, setting the younger boy down on a seat.
Lip was the first to drop cash into the box, passing it on to Ian, "Electric."
Ian complied, putting in his share of cash, passing it to his younger sister who was no sat next to him, "Electric loser."
Rolling her eyes, Hannah rummaged through her inside blazer pocket, "Charming," She muttered, chucking in a three five dollar bills and passing the box over to Carl, "Electric, asswipe."
Carl only repeated the words, handing the box over to Debbie, not contributing anything and Fiona came round, frowning at Carl.
"No," She snapped her fingers, pointing at the boy's Foo Fighter's T-shirt, "You've got a Happy Meal on the front of that shirt."
