Fifthteen-year-old Beatrice Brennan loved three things in her life more than anything.
Her mother, the team at the Jeffersonian Institution, and bones, human bones if we're being exact.
Unlike any normal teenaged girls Beatrice is familiar with dea...
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Silently a brunett girl maneuvered her way through first class from the bathroom. Making her way back to her mother and their seats was Beatrice Brennan. With glasses perched on the end of her nose and hecurly brown hair put up in a top knot, the young girl looked to be entirely peaceful. Till you got a closer look and relised that she was shaking and sweat was dripping down her forehead.
The young Brennan girl despite all of her traveling could never seem to find herself at ease on a plane or any type of public transformation that involved dips, twists, turns, and sudden movment that sent her stomache into a frenzy.
"I hate planes" the fifthteen-year-old girl mumbled to her mother as she sat back down again. "I rather just take a long car ride there" she contuined shuffleing around in her seat trying to get conferrable as she could in the gear she was wearing.
A dirty plan grey t-shirt hanged from her small frame making her seem more pettie then she already was. Dark blue long pants hid her legs which were covered in dirt, matching her whole body including her clothing.
"You would want to drive in a car all the way to Guatemala?" her mother Temprance Brennan mumbled to her. Looking at her with uncerntiy. "You do relise that there is no way that can ever happen" she waved her left hand around in emphasis "theres too much land and sea to get over. Not to mention that cars are not made for the water and there are no roads that can get us all the way to Guatemala" putting her hand on Beatrice's shoulder she gave her a knowing look which was usually used when Beatrice uttered anything sarcastic that wasn't at all possible. Like driving a car all the way to Guatemala.
Dr. Temprance Brennan took things to literal. Didn't catch up on easily detected sarcasm, and always repsoned to it in an logical answer which usually left people annoyed and wanting to smack her.
But Beatrice being one of the only people on the planet to be able to tolerate her mothers lack of human social interaction skills did neather of the two things. She smiled and shook her head.
"I didn't mean it litteraly mum. I was being sarcastic" she spoke with a small hint of amusement in her voice, and a twinkle in her chocolate brown eyes.
"Ahh" Dr. Brennan made a noise of understanding and went back to writing her book and blocking out the world.
Dr. Temprance Brennan was a beautiful lady. With short brown hair that reached her shoulders, and a pale skin compection. Her checks had a high bone structer making her features more promant. Over all Dr. Temprance was a beauty and no one could deny that.
But she was much more than her looks, just like her teenage daughter was, she took after her mother of course.
Dr. Brennan was a world renown forensic anthropologist one of the best in the world. She identifiyed human remans by looking at their bones.
She can tell all sorts of things by just looking at a victims skeloton structures. On top of all that she was also a world renown author who wrote murder mystery's with anthropology in them.
To say that her daughter was proud of her would be an understatement. Her daughter adored her mother and what she did, loving how she could just glance at a vitims face and tell immediately what geder they were or where they grew up. It made her more calmer to know that people like her mother were in the world, giving justice to dead and giving them their life back. Giving them peace.
One day the young girl had vowed that she would be just like her mum. A forensic anthropologist who was passionate about her work and deadactated to the job.
"How long till we land?" Beatrice asked nervously plucking at the hem of her t-shirt with her finger nails. The older of the two answered her eyes never leaving the screen and her hands still typing furiously.
"Only 20 minutes Bea"
Not noticing Beatrices obvious distress she went back to being 100% focused on her work not at all bothered by their situation that had them thousands of feet off the ground.
stupid planes Bea thought bitterly looking anxiously around the plane, she had stopped plucking at her shirts neckline and now started rubbing her locket with her forefinger and thumb absentmindedly.
Making me feel sick and wanting to throw up she contuined finally finding something to take her mind off the flying death trap for a couple of minutes. Leaning her head on her mothers shoulders Beatrice closed her already heavy eyes and decided to rest for the last 20 minutes.
We will be home soon. And when we touch down Angela will be here to pick us up and take us back to our apartment. Snuggling closer to her mum who had stopped writing and put one arm around her, she let out a deep breath and finally felt at ease during this whole flight.
Soon she thought happily invisioning about getting out of the plane and how much better she will sleep once she was out of this goddam plane.
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