Chpt. 4

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

"Ugh…" I got home about 4:15. My alarm clock was still beeping annoyingly and it read 5:00.

"Curse you Mesopotamians! Why did you have to create school?" I mumbled into my pillow. I turned off my alarm and dragged myself out of bed.

I wish the thanksgiving break would be longer than 5 days. Why couldn't it be 2 weeks, or even better 2 years? I thought as I slugged down the stairs and poured myself some Reese's Puff's cereal. After I ate I put on a blue T-shirt and jeans. (It was surprisingly warm in Gotham for November.) I brushed (or should I say yanked) my straight black hair and put some cover up on my dark circles under my blue eyes.

I wonder when Ms. Ho will let up on math homework. I feel like I have been worked to death. I pondered as I gurgled some mouthwash and got my school things together. I turned on the T.V to see if there was anything good on. Only the hit television soap opera "Don't You Love My Hollywood Hair." (Alfred must have been watching it.) Soap Operas were not really my thing. I turned off the television, grabbed my school stuff and headed out the door.

While waiting at the bus stop I saw a boy walking towards me. It was Joey, Blitze's little brother.

"Hi Artimis." Joey waved.

"Hi Joey but please call me Girl." I answered.

"How'd you get that nickname anyway?" he questioned with his green eyes wide.

"Long story." I replied.

"Its ok. Maybe we could discuss it over lunch." Joey said smoothly. Ever since I used to baby-sit him while Blitze was at football practice, Joey developed a crush on me. "Joey, you're 7." I told him.

"Your point?" he questioned.

"I'm 15." I answered back. Then there was an awkward silence between us.

Hey Girl can you baby-sit my kid brother for me. I need to find someone or I will have to do it, which means I would miss football practice. Sure Blitze I'll do it, how much trouble can a kid be? Smart move Artimis now you have a 7-year-old stalker. I thought to myself as the silence continued. He broke the quiet by saying, "So that didn't sound like a definite no. I could get you your favorite ice cream, mint chocolate chip right?"

Oh my gosh! Does he tap my phone! He is Blitze's little brother not mine. He should know about his sister not me! Where is the bus? Come on bus come, come! I thought to myself, as I stayed silent, not answering his question. Bus 63 rolled in and I muttered, "Thank you." to the sky. "Sorry, bus, talk later!" I said quickly as I ran into the bus. The moment I entered it reeked like sweat. I hated how our bus didn't have an air conditioner, and the football team used it to get to games.

I sat next to my friend Sandy. (Or what I call her Crayola) Crayola had long brown hair with her bangs over one of her blue-green eyes. She is always colorful. Every day she wore a tie-die shirt.

"Hey Girl!" Crayola smiled.

"Hey." I replied as I sat down.

"How goes it?" she asked.

"Eh. I've been better."

"Woo called me this morning and told me you two were staking out the old wearhouse. Why'd you take her? You know she is afraid of almost anything," questioned Crayola.

"Well Blitze was in Metropolis and you went on a cruse to find the rumored Paradise Island, so Woo was the only one left." I explained.

"Bummer." Crayola replied.

"Well it wasn't a total loss we saw Rupert Thorne." I added with a grin.

"Who?" Crayola looked puzzled. (Which happened a lot.) I slapped my forehead and sighed. She never was really bright. Crayola quickly changed the subject.

" I saw you with a boy at the bus stop. Are you finally interested?" Crayola asked.

"That was Blitze's little brother and besides boys are so immature even at our age." just as I said that, 15 mini M&M's hit my head. As I turned around 3 boys in the back of the bus started laughing.

"See what I mean?" I said as I turned back to Crayola. She just rolled her eyes. Crayola had tons of boy friends. It was just that the relationship barely lasted for a day. The bus stopped and I saw Blitze, (whose real name was Sam.) She was wearing her football jersey but her fiery red hair was a mess. Her face was crimson red, and she looked as if she was going to murder some one. Blitze sat in the seat behind us.

"Hey Blitze, why weren't you at the bus stop? Joey was there." I asked.

"Don't mention his name ever again! I HATE that kid! Tomorrow if I am in jail it's because my brother is dead! I AM GOING TO KILL HIM!" Blitze shouted.

"What happened?" asked Crayola.

"He turned my alarm clock off, nailed my door shut and took my lucky football!" exclaimed Blitze.

"Wow you're such a heavy sleeper!" Crayola said missing the point.

"Did you have any breakfast?" I asked.

"What part of: "nailed my door shut." don't you understand? I had to climb out my window and catch the bus at the different bus stop." The musky bus stopped again and this time a boy with blond hair and blue eyes named Ron Cameron came onto the bus. He was the line backer on Blitze's football team. She had a crush on him ever since the 7th grade. I thought by now it would wear off, but she was still madly in love with him.

"Ugh! Hide me!" Blitze shouted of course not wanting Ron to see her battered up look. Crayola and I both threw our backpacks onto her and she hid behind them.

As he walked by her he calmly said,

"Zup Blitze." then he sat with the obnoxious boys in the back.

"Even when I look terrible he still said zup." Blitze said romantically.

"Half your face was covered by our book bags, and besides, I think zup is the only word he knows." I said. Blitze wouldn't admit it but she knew I was right. Ron was all brawn but little brain. Once we got to school the boredom began until lunch finally came.