Childhood
Just a little bit of blood had changed everything.
Even naïve, innocent, clueless Fudge had known what it meant and, even now, almost a week later, while attending one of Lightning's races, it kept gnawing at her brain.
Fudge was only twelve and yet, she already missed being carefree and innocent. When all she had to worry about was finishing a little bit of schoolwork and then she could play with her family till the tractors came home.
Things kept happening to make her older. Learning that her mother had abandoned her in Luigi's garbage. Doc's death. The World Grand Prix exposing her to the true evil of the world.
Now, this. Despite the aforementioned experiences, Fudge had always acted young for her age. The problem was her body was developing at an alarming rate to which her mind could never catch up.
I don't want to be all serious like Sarge, Fudge thought. I don't want to spend the rest of my life buried under a mountain of paperwork. I want to blow bubbles and eat ice cream and go to Disneyland. Peter Pan had the right idea. I don't want to grow up!
"You'll never take me alive!" Bobby Swift hollered, only to be covered in green glittery slime, which had just been shot out of guns Lightning McQueen and Cal Weathers were holding.
Lightning grinned triumphantly. "I never planned on taking you alive!"
Fudge burst out laughing. She didn't have a thing to worry about. There was plenty of time to be a kid.
I don't think I need to explain "a little bit of blood."
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