❝ 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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"Fuck my life." Hannah groaned as she joined Ian and Fiona in the kitchen for breakfast.
"What's happened now?" Ian asked with a smirk.
"My blazer has a huge hole in it underneath the armpit area." The redhead girl sighed.
"Don't you have a spare?" Ian wondered.
Fiona shook her head, "With the scholarship, the school only pays for one of each clothing item. If we need any extra, we gotta pay for that ourselves," She frowned, before looking back at her sister, "How'd you get a huge hole in it?"
"Well, it looks to be burnt." Hannah sighed, giving her sister a look.
Fiona groaned, "Carl."
"Yeah."
"We can't afford a new one." Fiona told her glumly.
"I'll sort something out, don't worry." Hannah assured her eldest sibling as she got herself some cereal, Fiona nodding and kissing Hannah's forehead before going back to calculating the money from the squirrel fund as Lip came down the stairs.
The two girls watched as their brothers acted as though neither one of them existed, an annoyed look present on Ian's face.
Fiona let out a huff, "You guys still not talking?"
Though, before she could lecture the two of them, Carl flew down the laundry shoot, landing on the dirty pile of clothes, making his siblings all jump in fright.
"Dude!" Lip cried, almost having spilt coffee everywhere at the shock.
"Holy shit balls!" Hannah exclaimed, her Cheerios having flown all over the counter as she jumped.
Fiona raised her hands in the air, "Carl!"
Ian only raised an eyebrow, "What the fuck?"
"Why have I never done that before?" Carl grinned, standing up, though he wobbled as he did.
"You have too much time on your hands. Summer school next year," Fiona rolled her eyes, checking his head, "How's your head?"
Carl smiled, "Little dizzy."
Fiona rolled her eyes, "You're fine. Go have some breakfast."
"How much in the winter squirrel fund?" Lip wondered as Hannah poured Carl a bowl of cereal.
"Just over nine grand." Fiona said with a frown.
Hannah raised an eyebrow, placing the Cheerios in front of Carl, "Only nine?"
"That's all to get us through winter?" Ian asked.
"Frank screwed us when he gave Liam away," Fiona sighed, "There was the compressor for the fridge."
