Growing up on the poor side of Chicago meant knowing everyone. Though you knew every family on the south side, the one family you stuck to the most were the Gallagher’s.   Considering the fact that you guys lived across from each other, you learned to become close with all of them. Your childhood consisted of, playing dolls with Debbie, joking around with Lip, Ian, and Fiona. Saying hi to Frank every time you saw him sitting on the side of the road somewhere, and the most visual memory, crushing on Carl.   You and Carl never got close until one day, you saw him sitting outside alone. Without hesitation, you went up to him and asked if he wanted company, and I guess ever since that day, you guys became bestfriends. Well, that was until you turned 13.   You and Carl were walking home from school one day when you saw a “for sale” sign sitting on your front lawn. As soon as you and Carl saw the sign, you went inside to ask what it was about. It turns out your mom had gotten promoted, meaning you were going to have to move away.   The news was obviously a shock to the both of you, but instead of moping around, you guys decided to make the best of the time you had left with each other. Every day for the next week, you and Carl were outside playing, slowly counting down the days till you would leave.   Fast forward to today: you’re now 16 and are moving back to Chicago due to you guys not having enough money to continue living in the place you guys were currently living in.   After a long car ride, you guys finally made it back to your old house two years later, but yet it still looked and felt the same. The only difference was Carl not being there. After unpacking you decided to go for a walk.   While walking, you saw a tall brunette boy sitting on a curb. You looked closer and noticed how familiar he looked. “No way, it can’t be.” You thought before speaking. “Carl?” You spoke, making him turn around. He looked at you with confusion, clearly not recognizing you. “Who the fuck are you?” He said coldly.