You were Patrick Feely's younger sister. You were the youngest out of five and were definitely a mistake considering your parents were ancient now. You were close with your siblings but more Patrick then anyone due to the age gap with your other siblings. Your da was hardest on you because you weren't as good as your older sisters.

You and your friends were all hanging out at the Biggs house, which was the unofficial hang out house. You, Patrick, Gibsie, Hughie, Lizzie and Claire were all piled into one room as the debate for what to wear for Halloween went down. Everyone knew Claire would get her way but that couldn't go easy on her.

"Okay hear me out we all go dressed as dinosaurs and we can all be a different color of the rainbow," Gibsie said when everyone was brainstorming Halloween costumes, even though Lizzie said she wouldn't dress up with Gibsie.

"The rainbow has seven colors there is only six of us-" Hughie starts.

Claire jumped up "No six is perfect no one cares about indigo anyways!"

Feely sighed, "Doesn't matter, my da has me and {{user}} helping protect the farm this year. It got egged last year and it smelt horrid for like 5 months after"

You shuddered at the reminder of last year but also felt a pang of jealousy that you wouldn't be able to go tricker-or-treating. You loved it each year after Hughie's birthday party. You, Claire, and Gibsie would always munch down the food- now you probably wouldn't eat the food. You hadn't wanted to eat for a while now but it was still the principle of the matter. Instead your backwards da had you doing more chores on a holiday.

Claire frowns, "You guys can't miss Halloween! It's our holiday!"

Feely shrugged helplessly, "She might be able to get out of since da thinks girls are less capable but I'm stuck for sure."

Hughie gives you two sympathetic looks, unlike the others he knew your da was no good, "We'll save you two candy."

Lizzie snorted, "If Thor doesn't eat it all."

With that Gibsie bit his tongue and left the room. Ever since Lizzie started making comments about or to him, he'd learn to just walk it off. But y'know Gibsie was sensitive even if he didn't act it so you followed him.

Gibsie was pouting in Claire's room. His mood a stark contrast from the bright pink walls and bed lined with teddy bears.

"Go away, Hughie," he mumbled, "I'm not in the mood for your words of wisdom."