Chpt.3
"Mistress Artimis, are you sure your father lets you on his computer?" Alfred questioned bringing tea down to the Bat cave.
"Well, he didn't say anything definite." I weakly smiled.
"Are you looking up crime?" Alfred asked.
"You could say that." I answered. Alfred sighed and replied,
"Just don't let your father catch you." he then walked back up stairs. I typed Jhonny McDonald into the computer. Several pictures came up. One Jhonny McDonald was 22 and he had red hair, green eyes, and freckles. The next Jhonny McDonald was 34, who was bald, and had an eye patch.
Definitely not him. I thought to myself.
All Jhonny McDonalds I looked at were not the same boy I saw at the museum. I had no clue what else to type in. I tried to type in black hair and blue eyes but still nothing.
What if he wore a wig, like I do? I pondered to myself. This Jhonny McDonald was proving more difficult to identify then I expected. The more each of the pictures proved not to be the guy I was looking for, I kept thinking about the new kid in school.
It was just a coincidence. I mean, any boy could have said that. I told myself. My cell phone vibrated and I checked the number. It was Crayola.
"What's up?" I questioned answering the phone.
"Nothing I'm just board out of my mind." she replied.
"Don't you have a date with Eric tonight?" I asked even though I had a feeling what she was going to say.
"Oh, I dumped him." Crayola answered.
"Why? You two just started dating yesterday?" I questioned, even though it came to no surprise to me.
"Well he canceled on me because he said his sister had a heart attack."
"Oh my gosh! Is she O.K?" I inquired suddenly concerned.
"Yah I'm fine." Crayola replied.
"Crayola. Are you at least a bit concerned?" I questioned.
"Please, that was the seventh heart attack cancellation I had in the past five months." She said at ease.
"Are you positive that he wasn't telling the truth?" I asked.
"Considering that Eric doesn't even have a sister, yah I'm positive. But speaking of boyfriends…"
"Crayola, no." I cut off.
"Come on did you at least consider what I said at lunch?" asked Crayola.
"What? You mean with that new kid. I told you I don't think we would be good together." I answered.
"Oh come on! You two could be long lost soul mates or..."
Ugh! If I keep this up Crayola will be at me all night. I thought to myself. Just then the computer went off to inform about a disturbance at my schools football field! Blitze was playing her game.
Now I got to get off. Crayola was still yapping annoyingly in my ear. Something about me and the new kid's children, when I stopped her.
"Crayola my cell phone is running low on batteries. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I quickly said hanging up.
I wonder what's wrong at Blitze's football game? Well I'll find out soon enough. I put on my Theresa E. Jenkins gear and got onto the motorcycle.
Dad never said that I couldn't ride the motorcycle. I thought to myself as I sped off toward the schools Football field.
