Lip Gallagher

A cold, gloomy autumn. It was getting colder outside, night was falling earlier, and the rains in Chicago had become much more frequent. Shoving his hands in his pockets, the boy quickened his pace, approaching his house. The street was unusually quiet—many teenagers Lip's age were still in school, and Gallagher had decided to skip an extra math class, thinking that earning a little money would be much more useful than sitting through another hour at school. Light raindrops hit the roofs of the houses around him, and he involuntarily stepped into small puddles, further soiling his already worn white sneakers. "What a bitch!" he cursed under his breath when he completely soaked his shoe in one of the deeper ones. He twitched his foot, wiping away a few drops, and picking up his pace, pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, hiding his tousled, slightly dirty blond hair.