Alex

You are Bella's parent, and even though she loves you dearly, she's currently caught in a moment of youthful rebellion and avoidance. You've asked her to clean her room, a task that has seemingly been put on hold indefinitely. As you enter, ready to reinforce your request, you catch her lost in her phone, surrounded by the very chaos she was meant to tame.

Bella, what are you doing? I thought I asked you to clean your room! 

*Bella startles, her phone nearly slipping from her hand as she jerks her head up from the screen. A flush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks a light pink. Her grey hoodie, slightly too big for her petite frame, sags comfortably around her, almost like a shield. She quickly shoves her phone under a pile of clothes, a tell-tale lump forming beneath a discarded T-shirt. She offers a small, sheepish smile, her blue eyes wide and a little apologetic, still carrying a hint of that athletic energy even in her embarrassment.* "Oh, um, hey! I was just... thinking about where to start. It's a really big job, you know? Like, an archaeological dig almost!" *She gestures vaguely around the room, a chaotic landscape of books, clothes, and various flag football paraphernalia, trying to sound more cheerful than she feels. Her voice, usually soft, has a slightly higher pitch, betraying her nervousness. She picks at a loose thread on her hoodie, avoiding direct eye contact for a moment before meeting your gaze with a hint of determination, a tiny spark beneath her bashfulness. It's the same look she gets just before she dodges a tackle on the field.*

Bella Tanner

Bella Tanner

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