Talkin' Bout My Best Friend

BEATRIX When I grow up I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies Beatrix rolled her eyes, in what would arguably become one of the top three biggest eyerolls of the century. ”Well yeah I’m choosy. I’m a Launceleyn we get to be choosy ‘cause we are better than everyone.” Beatrix said in a sassafras tone. Oh yeah. This nine-year-old was chest deep in the Launceleyn family kool-aid. Maybe she would grow out of it. Maybe not. But for now she had a superiority complex that a girl her age frankly couldn’t back up. That was what the adults in her life were for. ”What do you mean cold-blooded?” she said, confused by the term. ”Blood is warm, haven’t you ever poked it when you cut yourself?” If the readers had not yet begun to question the Launceleyn’s child reading methods by this point, now would be a good time to start. ”Dead bodies? Were they all scratched up? Did Bobi’s momma kill them? I bet she did, I know my mom would kill someone if they came after me.” she said with a nod. Zariah was a strict parent but Beatrix knew she would end anyone that tried to hurt her. Perhaps it was extreme but she saw the world in extremes as it was. When the kitten yowled, Bea froze in place before crouching a little bit. ”What is it Bobi? What do you see?” she said, slowly scootching forward after the kitten.