So a random idea suddenly popped into my head, after reading a bunch of drabbles. I realized that I wanted to do some drabbles myself! So, alas, here's my new story, completely made up of drabbles! The genre's will be family/romance/humor, most likely. And, for this cute little drabble, it's definitively a family. Anyway, enjoy, and onwards, march!
Chapter One
Puzzle Pieces
She had always loved puzzles.
It was one of the things that forced her to realize that she really was not a part of this family. That she was adopted. Her mother would rather cook and play tag with Dash then help her with the 100 piece puzzle. Her siblings, even Violet, couldn't sit still long enough to get more than two pieces in. And her father always found more important things to do.
Sighing, she fit a piece into the puzzle that showed a whale jumping into the air. At least her parents knew she liked puzzles and bought them for her. That was nice, at least. Who ever said a puzzle had to be done with someone else?
She was sprawled out on the living room floor, vaguely aware of her brother Nick and sister Violet as they laughed to SpongeBob Squarepants a few feet away from her.
Sneezing, the young girl wiped her running nose. Oh, how she hated colds. This one seemed to be one of the worst she'd experienced in a long time; hence, the reason she'd stayed home from preschool and done a puzzle. Her eyes began to water, not because she was depressed, but because the lights were too bright, like usual, and she sneezed again. Growling softly to herself, she just about decided to get up a blow her nose, when suddenly her father was sitting down next to her, a box of tissues in his hand. He winked at her and smirked as she took a tissue shyly, and blew her stuffy nose. Once done, she set the tissue down next to her, feeling too lazy to go throw it away, and turned back to the puzzle.
"Thanks, Daddy," she murmured, still a little embarrassed. Her father lay down on the floor next to her and picked up a random puzzle piece, gazing at it in the light.
"Hey, honey," he started, and she looked at him. "I think I found the whale's fin." The young child smiled innocently up at him and took the piece from his gloved hand, and put it in its place. Sonic smiled innocently back. He would never get tired of her smile, he realized. It was so rare these days, what with her cold and her attitude in general. But somehow, he always managed to find a way to make her smile. Amy often asked how he managed to do it. The blue hedgehog would only shrug, not knowing the answer himself. Maybe it went deep into the beginning of the girl's childhood. No one knew.
Ruffling the child's spines, the blue hedgehog picked up another piece.
He mise as well get comfortable now, he figured. He couldn't bear to see his daughter look distraught if he happened to get up and leave.