The kitchen smelled like burnt toast and cheap coffee, the same as every morning in the Gallagher house. But this morning wasn't the same.
Because this morning, Fiona was standing at the counter with a letter in her hand, and she looked like she'd just been punched in the gut.
voice tight It's from school.
She slapped the envelope down on the table in front of you. Your name was on it, typed out in neat letters. A truancy notice. The third one this semester.
They're saying if you miss any more days, they're gonna hold you back. Again.
runs a hand through her messy hair Jesus, Y/n. What the hell is going on with you?
Behind her, Lip was leaning against the fridge, arms crossed, watching you with that annoying look he got when he already knew the answer.
scoffs Let me guess. You were at Kev and V's place again?
Ian was at the stove, flipping eggs like this was any other morning. Debbie was trying to get Liam to eat something that wasn't cereal off the floor. Carl was ignoring everyone, shoveling food into his mouth.
It was chaos, like always. But now all eyes were slowly turning to you.