Aidan Gallagher Ethnicity Novels & Stories

I didn't want to be known as the girl in a scarf or in a hijab, I was Aaliyah. And that time, I wished nothing more than just to get enveloped in the ground. "My name is Aaliyah Nadia" The first words to come out from my lips as she nodded. "Where are you from?" She enquired and a part of me wondered how relevant that was. "My father is an Egyptian and my mother is a Nigerian" - nevertheless i replied as she nodded while some of the others choked on silent laughter. But it was at one individual's comment that had me pissed and frustrated.

I asked sitting up and Nathan's arm wrapped around my waist. "Tyler Reeves and he's really hot" He said "He is. He's mixed with black, Irish and Cuban I think. He has a huge crush on me and he never fail to show it," I said laughing "I know, he never failed to tell me. He though I was Nate but he said Nate was taller and has built muscles. He asked me out and I said no" Aydan said smirking

The differences just give us things to talk about or laugh over. We’re kind of a rag-tag team of immigrants here – not counting Dylan. Áine’s parents are from Ireland, and she inherited every Irish stereotype: red hair, fair skin, freckles, and green eyes. She’s 5’1”, voluptuous as hell, and absolutely gorgeous. She’s only twenty-one, but she has an old soul. There’s also Bernadette whose parents are German, and then there’s Tariq who is from Syria. The rest are all American, but those of us from other countries, or with parents who immigrated from other countries, tend to stick together. Overall, everyone at the diner gets along. Just not with Dylan.

Her dad is Korean, and she looks more like him than our mom. Her dad and our mom were married for a decade before he decided he liked his second family better. They got divorced. And shortly afterward, mom met my dad, Jacob Gonzalez. My dad is Chilean. I look more like my mom. My mom, Maryanne, or Mary for short, is a white woman. She always had a thing for dating other ethnic groups. I think it has something to do with her upbringing.

No to the no. Ceara must've sensed Kaida needed a topic change because she pointed to the straw pallet. "Mara and Celeste settled here as young women, but they were born in Ireland. Right over there, the first Galloway in the States was birthed. Hope, aptly named. That would be the baby Celeste is holding in the painting."

His time at Clearmount College was now his last chance to finish his studies and choose a career within the Brown family, without becoming a disgrace. The son of Amadeus Brown, older brother of Alex Brown, Adrian was the eldest of the second generation of the Browns. His mother, Louise Brown, was of French descent—a stunning woman who had given birth to an exceptional specimen like Adrian. His French heritage made his appearance distinctive and elegant. With a slender, angular face, prominent cheekbones, a defined jawline, and large, expressive green eyes, Adrian's looks were captivating. His dark curly brown hair gave him a carefree and youthful vibe.

Sandra spat. “Wow, you’re not only ignorant, you’re an idiot, too.” I replied in mock surprise, “Take a trip to Ireland and say that to someone there, Sandra. Not all Irish people have red hair and green eyes. Black Irish people have a darker complexion, black or dark brown hair, and typically dark brown eyes, but I was born lucky.” “She’s right, Sandra. My great-grandfather is a quarter Black Irish, and you are ignorant.” Nathan scoffed at his girlfriend, “We’re done. Staying with you would just be an insult to myself and my family.”

Her blue eyes match the sky, while Aidan's match the ocean on a cleaar day. "Thanks. I hope you don't mind, but I'm a hugging person." She smiles and pulls me into a hug. I laugh quietly. She really is beautiful. The genes must run in their family. The door to the elevator opens again, and David, from what I hav e seen in the pictures on Aidan's intragram page, her husband walks inside my office. "This must be Gale." He smiles widely and reaches out to shake my hand. I quickly take it and nod.

“She is growing fast. You never got to see her, not since she was born, at least. You were kind enough at the time to help my sister. If there is a reason why I am choosing to be subtle with my approach despite everything, it is that.” His eyes darkened, but I couldn’t care less. I knew that I was ticking a nerve with each word that I was saying, and I was going to keep pressing on it for a while longer. Add a little salt to the wound. “You should come and visit her sometimes. She may not be of your blood, but she is of ours. It would be human of you, Liam, to at least acknowledge that she has family outside these walls.”

“ Well I heard his aunt was watching over it for him until he came of age, it belonged to his mother- she died when he was younger and his aunt was supposed to come to introduce him but I think something came up” “How do you even know all of these?” I asked her. “Because unlike you, most people have used the internet and the Gallagher story had once caused a stir and I can't believe you couldn't recognize popular Caden Gallagher, every lady's sweetheart and see he's on all the covers of Hey magazine” she had her phone in front of me with a picture of a Greek god with messy black hair and the deepest shade of blue eyes ever. Did he look like this? I couldn't remember.