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SLEEP CONTINUED TO HANG AROUND FRANKIE THE FOLLOWING DAY, hovering like a storm cloud in a flurry over her head. It was the early hours of the morning when the Gallagher girl finally found her bed, roughly forty hours of cognizance catching up on her. Yet, 7:15 found her just as fast, Fiona rousing the blonde from her slumber in time for school. Frankie cursed her sister under her breath, assuming that the forced early rise was punishment for her detainment the previous night. Secretly, Frankie had been hoping her elder sister would have let her sleep in. But you can't get everything you wish for and the Gallaghers knew that well. If they did, Frankie wouldn't have been plagued by rigorous questioning from Debbie and Carl about her arrest at the breakfast table.
"Did they cavity search you?" "No, Debs."
"Did you get a prison girlfriend?" "No."
"Did they interrogate you like on Criminal Minds?" "No."
"Are you going to go to juvie?" "I don't know yet, Carl."
School wasn't much better. At least nobody had dared question her about her apprehension, then again nobody might have cared. The public high school the Gallagher teenagers attended always had its fair share of criminal activity occurring, a simple arrest wasn't going to climb that far up the gossip ladder. Her eyes were raw from Frankie consistently rubbing the sleep from them. She had even landed herself detention in chemistry. Originally, it had been down to her excessive yawning through the third-period class, then she had to open her big mouth.
