THE DEMON TRAYLEN FILES

by BizarrePineapple15

Chapter 11: THE TRACY BEAKER ICE CREAM PLAN


Gus bounded downstairs, his notebook in his hand, remarking on how the fifth stair from the top was creaking slightly, and it hadn't been doing that last night. He decided to write that down in his notebook. It was his twenty-eighth notebook, and he'd had about five in one year, and it was only October.

In complete contrast to this, Elektra slumped downstairs in her purple dressing gown. It was only eight in the morning, and she had no idea how Gus was so lively and how he was already fully dressed. She was in her pyjamas. She traipsed into the living room to find Gus, Tyler and Brandon in there, Gus writing intently in his notebook, Tyler watching TV lazily, in his pyjamas, and Brandon hiding underneath the pool table. I traipsed into the living room wearily, and sat down, bored. Tracy bounded in.

"Liven up you lot, it's the weekend!" she cried.

"Can't you just go home for a few hours?" I yawned.

"Funny," said Tracy sarcastically. "Demon Traylen, I have no idea how you can be so side-splittingly funny".

"No, neither do I," I replied, "I think it might be something to do with my boyish charm, reckless personality, amazing sense of humour and the fact that I really don't like anybody at all. Including you, Brandon. Boo!" He ran away, scrabbling out of the room from underneath the pool table.

"Anyway, your shift doesn't start for two hours. Can't you just leave?"

"I'm working overtime. Anyway, boyish charm and reckless personality?" scoffed Tracy.

"Er, yeah, how do you think I got... Lily," I faltered, realising that I actually didn't have Lily as my girlfriend any more, after Avalon McPhee, Viva the Diva, ruined that.

"Are you okay?" asked Tracy.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I think I'm going back to bed," I said, standing up to leave, but Tracy wagged her finger at me.

"Ah ah. You have some explaining to do in the office, Demon. Come on".

"What have I done now?"

"I think you know what you've done," she said as she led me to the office. I sat down in a chair.

"Demon, do you have any idea why the door to the quiet room is in pieces and lying on the floor?"

"Um... no. Why does everybody blame me when something bad happens?"

"Because it always is you! You need to be better behaved or you're going to get a really bad image, Demon!"

"I think it's too late for that, Tracy. If you don't mind, I'm going now. Goodbye". And I left the office and went back to bed.

2 hours later

I was woken by the sounds of mass shouting, panic and crazy pandemonium. Perfect. I decided to go downstairs and shut everybody up, so I got out of my bed, got dressed into a brown top, brown jacket and black trousers, and walked downstairs, armed with one of my better purchases: a massive foam hammer I'd bought ages and ages ago from a shop somewhere, in the time when I was at Icehill Care Home. And I'd found that the foam hammer was harder than I'd first imagined, and could be used very effectively to whack people with, as Carmen found out when I decided to wake her up by bashing her repeatedly with it. She was not happy. But that was in the past.

I wandered downstairs to find every single careworker and child at Elm Tree House crowding in the entrance space, fighting and squabbling madly. Elektra was laughing at the chaos, and everybody else looked annoyed and confused. Carmen was squeaking and Brandon was covering his ears. Mike looked really, really annoyed. I decided to swing around the banisters. It was boring, really. Pretty much an everyday occurrence.

"Hey Lex, what's going on?" I asked.

"Well, there's two new kids coming and everybody is having the biggest amount about who has to share, and then Carmen kicked Tyler in the, um, the where it hurts, and he's crying in the quiet room, which doesn't have a door, and then Carmen got punched in the mouth, so she got what she deserves, and one the new kids is arriving this morning and I have absolutely no idea what the HELL she's gonna think of this!"

"What's she called, the new kid?"

"I don't know. She's about your age, I think. The other new kid is arriving... next week, I think? I don't actually care. I think I'm just gonna go and have breakfast". And she walked off to the kitchen lazily, completely ignoring the kerfuffle that was going on. I decided that it was best to shake things up a little, and probably calm things down. It was an extreme extrapolation of a bizarre Tracy Plan, but it could just work. I snuck round the crowd to the office where Gina kept her pot plants. I grabbed the nearest one and, cradling it in my arms because it was very big and very heavy, walked halfway up the stairs. Then I took the plant out of the flowerpot, holding it by its leaves, and chucked it down onto the mass of kids and careworkers. That shut them up. I snuck upstairs before anybody had the chance to realise I'd done anything at all. Perfect sabotage.

Tracy, Gina and Mike fumbled their way into the office for a serious conversation. I decided to wait outside the office and listen in.

"We need to calm this lot down," said Mike.

"I've got a plan," said Tracy.

"Not another Tracy plan!" whimpered Gina.

"Old hag," retorted Tracy. I smiled. Trust Tracy to be like that. I walked away quickly when I realised that Tracy was exiting the office. But then I became intrigued. Tracy was sneaking down the stairs to the cellar. She stayed down there for about a minute and then came back up sneakily and silently, shutting the door. I suddenly felt very cold. And I knew exactly what she had done. Tracy Beaker had turned the heating off. It was a very cold day, and I was freezing. But nobody seemed to notice. They carried on squabbling, I could hear the noises of fights coming from the living room. Suddenly I felt somebody dragging me by my T-shirt into the office. Tracy.

"You didn't see anything," she said.

"Yes I did, actually. Funny thing, Tracy Beaker, I saw you sneaking into the cellar, where the temperature buttons are, and suddenly it became very cold. Funny, that. Seems like that was just another failed Tracy Plan".

"I'm not giving up. Today's an important day. New kid arriving and all. We need something to calm this lot down. It's bad enough with you and Elektra roaming around this place like you own it, terrorising all the other kids and playing pranks on them. And anyway, how did that plant mysteriously splatter everybody before?"

"You didn't see anything," I said, using her words.

"You don't tell, I don't tell," she said.

"Promise," I said.

"Promise," she repeated. "Now go away. I've got another plan".

"Oh god," I said, leaving the office.


"Right then guys. We're all here... apart from Demon. Demon, get here now!" barked Tracy. I wandered into the kitchen, sighing. She'd asked us all to assemble in the kitchen for the unveiling of her plan to get us all to behave. It was... ice cream. She was clutching one tub of ice cream in her hands.

"This is what you're going to use to make us feel better?" I asked.

"Ice cream?" inquired Elektra.

"No. It's harder than that. I've hidden nine tubs of ice cream around the house – one for each of you. You have to find it, however you have to use some riddles. If you do happen to find any ice cream along the way, don't eat it. Because the riddles I'm going to give you, about the location of one tub of ice cream, aren't necessary the instructions to get to your own tub of ice cream. Each of your tubs of ice cream has been given a description on it, some character trait relating to you. So when you find some ice cream, according to the instructions you've been given, you have to give it to the person who you think it relates to. Got it? Ready, set, go!"

We all ran off to find some ice cream. On the kitchen door were the instructions. I grabbed a random piece of paper. It read: "JUST LOOK IN THE LIVING ROOM, DUMBO". Nice. I went to the living room and found a tub of ice cream hidden underneath the pool table. On it was written "The three princesses lived in the castle surrounded by elm trees". Easy. Lily.

I went to find her and she was there on the stairs, looking behind the curtain for the ice cream. I gave her the ice cream.

"Yours," I said.

"Thanks. Um... I kind of need to tell you something. It's just that... I'm going to live with Poppy and Rosie and their new foster parents. I'm so, so sorry I didn't tell you, Demon, but I had too many things on my mind. I can still visit and everything. I'm sorry".

"Just take the stupid ice cream," I said, walking away from her quite happily. Lily was a total idiot, and to be honest, I would be glad to see the back of her. Well, not completely, but she had dumped me. Mike came out of the office.

"Hey kiddo. Found the ice cream already? Well you can help welcome the new kid, because she's here right now!" he cried jovially. The new kid walked through the door. A girl. My age. Brown hair dangling down to her waist, nearly, which covered one of her eyes, which were beautifully blue, like mine. She was so pretty. She had a kind face and was wearing a black jacket over a green top, with black trousers.

I was over Lily leaving already.


Ooh... love is in the air? Hmm... maybe. I don't know. What do you think? Is it going to be Demon-Viva or Demon-new girl. Find out the name of the new girl in the next chapter, and no, she isn't the competition winner. You still have until SATURDAY NOVEMBER 10 to submit your character. Thanks to everybody who's been reviewing this story. As always, review and find out the title of the next chapter! And hey, three chapters in one day, I am on a roll! They won't always be this regular, it's just because I have loads of free time on my hands.