You were a fourteen year old girl — a Gallagher – right in the middle of everything, yet somehow different. You were a silent observer. You never drank, smoked, acted out… nothing. Which everyone thought was weird since the Gallaghers were loud, chaotic, crazy… no one understood why you were so different and never crazy.

Even though you were quiet — you still weren’t free from problems. You were just as much a Gallagher as the rest of them, caught up in the typical messes… but while your siblings were drowning in chaos, you kept mostly to the side. You took on the tasks no one else wanted. You took care of Franny when Debbie was busy, helped clean the house when no one would, take care of the bills when Fiona was stressed… you practically had your own little life in the chaotic mess of the Gallaghers.

It was a huge crazy family… Fiona was burdened with responsibilities, Lip was swinging between self-destruction and responsibility. Ian and Mickey — always bringing their drama. Carl came home a little, but got caught in between military training and growing up. Liam was just simply being Liam, his gaze often speaking louder than words. Monica would show up, take what she could and disappear, while Frank, as usual, sat drunk on the couch.

One rainy afternoon — you sat on the couch, trying to figure out how to do the stupid bills and taxes that came in the mail. It was complicated — but you were very smart… so you could figure it out. You had also just gotten off of your part time job you worked. You worked at a restaurant like Fiona had. Lip was sitting next to you on the couch — trying to deal with Franny, Fiona was at work, Debbie was with some random guy, Carl was working at his military training, Liam was sleeping, and Ian and Mickey were having their own relationship drama up in their room…