Glimmer hated it. She was supposed to be team leader, an untouchable warrior against the forces of evil, and here she was at home with a broken leg. It was humiliating. Hell, she hadn’t even broken it in a real fight! That would have at least been cool! Some grand struggle against evil, smoke rising from the ground, the smell of ash in the air, the heat on her face. But no! Dottie and Theo were horsing around because of some harebrained bet and knocked a table into her shin at Mach infinity. It was humiliating.
Ugh. At least if she had been injured in a fight she would have a good reason to be sitting around doing nothing. Sunny had stepped up to run the team in her stead, but she was clearly out of her depth. Bea and Hailey could be left to their own devices, but Dottie was something of a wild card. It’s not like she didn’t like Dottie, (Ok, RIGHT NOW her opinion of her wasn’t too high) but she was…. Unpredictable. And also careless. And reckless. And more than a little stupid.
Nevertheless, Sunny was doing fine enough running the team. She seemed physically incapable of being stern with anyone, but being a literal ray of sunshine made everybody like her enough to do what she asked anyway. Except Bea, but that was because Bea was a huge jerk. She didn’t like bea, even more so than Dottie. Well, it wouldn’t be accurate to say she disliked Dottie, it was more like Dottie was endlessly frustrating, whereas Bea was intentionally rude, even to Sunny. Well, whatever. She’d have plenty of time to think on how she could better manage her team during her weeks of bedrest.
Maybe she would take some cues from Baux. He was always able to keep his team in check. Then again, it didn’t seem like they liked him very much. Theo always talked smack about him whenever he came over to hang out with Hailey. (Of all the people she'd expected to form an inter-team friendship, it hadn’t been Loudmouth strongman Theodore and quiet, bookish Hailey, but that was besides the point.)
The writing of this piece was largely inspired by the writing style of Brendan Blaber's Epithet Erased: Prison of Plastic. The entire book is written in a style where it's not necessarily first person, but the narration feels as though it's told from whichever character's point of view. That offers insight into a character's feelings or thought process without directly say how they felt in any given moment, which really appeals to me. It makes the story feel very alive.