
Bee is one of those people you never forget. She’s got black hair that’s always tied up in a ponytail and a long fringe that’s always in her eyes. Good job too, because a mean look from Bee is enough to make you shudder. She’s bossy, quite scary – unless you’re her friend - and almost never wrong. Everything to do with saving the planet is programmed into her brain. She knows about recycling trainers, saving water, saving starving children, saving Rhinos . . . The other thing she’s mad about is food. Crisps are evil. Blueberries are super. Battery farming is evil. Here-chick-chick-come-and-eat-seeds-from-my-hand farming is super.
Twin brothers, who are twenty and look exactly the same as each other and nothing like the rest of the family. Her mum works in the hospital and her dad is something to do with printers. They never have any money, but there’s always nice food at Bee’s. She would rather go to other people’s houses though. (She likes Fifty’s mum best.)
Bee would like some attention. Her mum is always busy at work, or shopping. Dad is at work or football. Bee looks after herself most of the time. That’s why she goes home with the Tribers as often as she can.
On the telly, famous for saving the planet.
Book – the scrapbook where she keeps important things, like the newspaper with her picture in (for organising recycling
in her street before the dustmen did it), her certificate for running
the Race for Life and her secret recipe for cupcakes.
Song – anything by Madonna.
Clothes –skinny black jeans with bright red buttons
on the ankle that she sewed on herself. She hates jeggings.
Food – organic blueberries, organic anything, nuts and
seeds (Tribers call it bird food).
People – other people’s mums (except Copper Pie’s).
Colour – black.
Game – Patience (on her own) Poker (with her brothers).
Animal – Black Rhino.
Car – never, her bike or her feet.
She hates birds, even chick chicks.
She likes good causes.
She makes fabulous
cakes. Use her recipe.
She doesn’t like silly girls who squeal and won’t climb trees, or
pink
She talks in her sleep.
She walks in her sleep.
She sings in her sleep.
She
has conversations with people who are awake, while she’s asleep.
She has
bad dreams (and good ones) and remembers all of them.