Unconventional

“So she’s inside?”“Yes, last I checked, she was reading Meditations by Marcus Aurelius on the balcony. She is awaiting her tea and any longer, she will get cranky.”Oh wow, which child likes tea so much that they get pissy about not having it when they read a book? Also, what the hell was Meditations? Like, a meditating book? A book on how to meditate? Which child even reads that?Well, Ava was about to find out at least.Ava stepped into the room and approached the balcony, a small portion of jet-black hair sticking out from atop the sun lounger.Damn, which kid is this tall?As Ava approached, the daunting reality set onto her.Oh my god, maybe Shannon was right, she was going to babysit someone her age and she was to punish them for basically everything and she was going to treat them like a 5-year-old with no love.Ava walked out onto the balcony, her shadow blocking some of the sunlight, the not-child looked up from her book as she spoke, “Where’s my t-”Beatrice’s words died down in her throat and Ava’s eyes started widening.What the fuck?-OR-Ava is Beatrice's not-really babysitter