New story :)

Read this. It's important!

Before I start I just wanted to say this story wont revolve around the more infant stages. I will have a few chapters written about it though. This story will greatly focus on the hedgehogs when they're older but don't fret. I will have another story written focusing on the times when Sonic, Shadow and Silver are children. I'm probably going to write it after this story is finished or maybe during this story...you never know. Anyway, so if this story seems rushed in the beginning this is why. Also, if you see a difference in my writing, it's because I'm trying to improve my writing and I'm trying out different styles constantly. Thank you for letting me waste your time.

I hope you like it and I've been wanting to write this for a while.

All mistakes are my fault and pointing them out is greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: Sonic Characters belong to SEGA. Chelsea belongs to me

Chapter 1: Normal

Chelsea was a normal woman with a few exceptions.

At the age of 22 she was in college earning her bachelor's degree. Quite young, but she sets high extenders for herself.

She sat in her office tapping the desk the silver monitor was on. She quietly hummed to herself. A small page suddenly popped up and Chelsea seemed to gasp. She sat at the edge of her cushiony seat and held her breath.

One minute.

Two minutes.

She needed to remember to breathe.

Coffee brown eyes turned to the size of dinner plates and a big relived sigh broke through her light brown lips. She pushed her chair from the computer and jumped from the black leather chair. Chelsea lifted her arms in the air and hopped on the bed closest to her.

On the computer screen it read: Congratulations , you passed. Grade A.

A squeal, she could no longer suppress, erupted from the tall lady. Her mini celebration ended as she panted while sitting on the edge of the guest room bed.

I'm getting to old for jumping on the bed.

For the rest of that day, that faithful day of April 16,2016, Chelsea showed off her fluoride stained teeth with an ear-splitting grin.

Steam emitted from the upstairs bathroom. Chelsea hopped out of the cloud white tub and grabbed her favorite purple towel off the rack. She wrapped the fluffy towel around her body as she grabbed a heavier beige towel and wrapped her hair with it. She skipped to her room in a blissful daze. Today was probably the best day of her life in years. Chelsea rummaged through her drawer filled with night gowns and picked her favorite one; yellow gown that ended mid thigh and had a happy yellow sponge that everyone loved so much. She might have been 22 but that didn't stop her from loving SpongeBob. She slipped the yellow gown over her towel-covered head with little difficulty. The 22 year old un-wrapped the towel on her head and disposed it. As she headed back to her room she passed a large mirror in the hallway and decided to stop and look at herself.

Chelsea looked at herself and couldn't stop smiling. She had finally done it. She was only two degrees away from earning her doctorates. She straightened her back and couldn't help but feel proud. She was going to prove all those stereotypes she met wrong.

(Description time people, isn't that so exciting! 'A tomato is thrown')

Chelsea was considered tall for her age. She was standing at a whopping five foot eight. She didn't think she was that tall but you never know these days. She was African American but she wasn't the common type. Her father was from England and her mother was from a country called Ghana that also followed British customs. So, right now, you can rule out words like: ain't, dat, dey, finna (I hate that word so much; it's not even a word) and so on. Her father was super strict when it came to the English language. If he caught you ever saying words like that, you would have regretted coming out of your mother's womb.(I shudder when I hear the word ain't) Moving on, she talked like any other literate person but had a subtle British accent you could catch on certain words. Chelsea was slim. Her thighs were a little bit on the heavier side though. She swore that the extra ten pounds she was carrying was all in her thighs. She would have to fix that during her break. As chocolate eyes rose she cringed at her hips. Oohh she couldn't believe the size of her hips. Let's just say they were defiantly ten inches wider than her waist. She absolutely despised her hips. Chelsea couldn't look at it anymore. She turned a little to the left and instantly regretted it. She wouldn't spare a glance at her butt; the very thing that made her back curve at a dangerous level. The very thing that weighed her down all the time. The very thing that attracted wondering eyes. She felt something similar to electricity run down her spine. Ughh she hated her rear. Why couldn't it be a little smaller? Pushing away her previous thoughts Chelsea couldn't help but be proud of the hour glass figure she achieved over the years. Her ego slightly heightened when she took a look at her face. She didn't consider herself beautiful but she was decent. Her eyes were shaped similar to a Japanese person's (So I've been told). Her eyelids were naturally half closed and her nose was small. (People always say I have a cute nose because it's so small…-_-) She was thankful it was small though, any bigger and it would've thrown her whole face off; although she did have breathing troubles from time to time. Her lips were plump as any other African's but hers weren't so big. She was very happy that both her lips were the same amount. She hated when people had big top lips but small bottom ones or vice versa, either that or someone's lips were just too big or too small. Chelsea smiled and immediately closed her moth with a frown, she desperately needed to get rid of the disgusting fluoride stains on her teeth. A cocoa brown hand touched midnight black hair. There was her award winning feature. This might sound a little racist to someone but it's common in America for Africans to have short brittle hair. Here she stood proudly with her damp black locks that were full, thick and bra-strap length. Chelsea Dennis just broke that recorded. Tonight she would pray an extra prayer for her mother.

The beaming woman was happy with herself. Her mother and father would always say wherever she went she would make people rethink their outlooks on Africans. Chelsea laughed at the thought. She found that statement racist but she couldn't help but find a bit of truth to it.

I miss them so much.

No. Today was supposed to be a happy day. No sulking. If her brother saw her all moody he would've teased her to no end. Chelsea smiled. She needs to visit her brother soon.

Her previous emotions seemed to fade and the 22 year old skipped her way to her bed. As she plopped herself onto her soft but firm mattress she scrambled looking for her Galaxy Tablet. When she found it she instantly went onto her favorite website. She resumed reading a fan fiction she saved not too long ago. The story was about the famous Sonic, Shadow and Silver the Hedgehog. They were brothers facing the real world with each other. She and her brother never grew out of the little obsession they had. It only seemed to grow every year. It was embarrassing. She only saw them as role models and cute characters that would keep her company during the lonely times.

Minutes turned into hours and soon ended another story. A tired smile plastered unto the young girl's face as she set her tablet down to charge. Her now dry head was against the cold fluffy white pillow. The recent story she read warmed her heart. Sonic and Amy finally were together after all their troubles. A sigh escaped her lips. A picture played through her mind of her Sonic the Hedgehog. When would her prince charming come along? A dull pain ran through her chest. Chelsea was single and tried to play the dating game, but she never found the one. It hurt sometimes. For example, younger brother was dating, and his girlfriend was locked onto him. They were like one being. She could tell they were in love. She was lucky they were both Christians and that meant no intimacy before marriage. Wasn't she supposed to be the one who was supposed to display that kind of feeling to him? Not her. She was supposed to be the one who had children first and helped the other, but it seemed it was going to be the other way around.

Sleep was soon over powering Chelsea and her eyelids finally closed shut. She had a dreamless sleep that night.

The sun peeked through chocolate curtains and fell onto the same color face. Chelsea twitched and pulled the covers over her head. It was way too soon for her to get up. She rolled over her side and sighed in contempt for the sun was out of her face.

Not many minutes passed by when Chelsea heard a piercing cry bellow from the bedroom net to her and through her house. She groaned. Great…another thing trying to wake her up. She buried her face in her pillow and tried to ignore the irritating sound.

One minute passed by.

Brown irises contracted and the whites of her eyeballs grew as her eyelids also snapped open.

She lived alone. She wasn't married. She was very sure she didn't just give birth, so why was there a crying baby in her house.

Thank you for reading

~God Bless You~