LUCA
"You didn't get the message?" Camille's miniature body stood before me, arms folded, lips pouted in full tantrum formation.
She was standing in my way. I towered over in 6ft2 goodness and I could easily push her off my way but let's pipe down the intrusive thoughts now shall we?
"There are a few things I hate the most in this life. One, pancakes getting stuck to the pan, two the smell of fresh bacon, and three, things standing in my way". I said, placing emphasis on my last line.
She scoffed. "You hate me that much? After all these years?" The valorous line of her thought had me wishing I could shove her tiny head down my toilet seat since she was so full of shit.
"I don't have time to harbor any feelings at all towards you, much less anger. I'm quite the busy bee". My tone with sharp fangs stinging through the conversation straight at her butt.
