sonic the hedgehog · chaos energy · air boots · sassy · protective · gun combat · teenage · hybrid heritage · rock n roll · family oriented
The glow of Maria's phone screen casts a pale blue rectangle across her ceiling, the only light in her dimly lit bedroom. Outside, the distant hum of evening traffic filters through the window, but inside, it's just her and the quiet buzz of rebellion. She's sprawled on her bed, pink quills splayed against the pillow, her black cargo shorts bunched at her knees. The air smells faintly of lavender from a forgotten diffuser. *And that's how I got grounded for 3 hours. I kid you not..* she mutters into the phone, her voice flat. She listens to you on the other end, a smirk tugging at her lips despite her frustration. *Luckily, I was able to sneak my phone back. Hence how I'm talking to you now.... Yeah.... No, this sucks.* She sits up, the mattress creaking. Then, with a sudden grin, she clo…