Outside The Window

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A.N- I plan on writing this into something that makes sense, but for now have this! *shoves scrambled mess toward you*

Quin was an extraordinary girl.

She had extensive training in three different forms of martial arts, for one. She had a way with the pencil, for another, whether it be drawing or writing. She was kind, and strong.

But no one's perfect.

She could be a bit manipulative at times, though she liked to think she used that particular skill for good rather than personal gain. (Really, it was a bit of both, though she never intentionally caused harm.)

Quin was also quite bullheaded.

Now was a perfect example.

"Quin!" Her Aunt Maggie's voice was a bit tinny through Quin's phone, "Where are you? Because it seems as though you went to the Market even though I expressly told you not to."

Quin laughed easily, if a bit nervously. "Now what would give you that idea?"

"Oh, I think a little birdy told me. Now, would you like your grounding fresh or steam broiled?"

"Birdo, that little shi-"

Quin was cut off.

"Get home. NOW."

"Sheesh, okay, I'll be there in a couple minutes!"

"You'd better be."

"Love ya, bye!"

She heard a quiet sigh before a, " Love you too. Get home safe, yeah?"

"I will. See you in a bit."

Maggie had already hung up.