Here is chapter eight, written by me! Thanks for waiting and I hope you enjoy,
~Ani
I opened my eyes to bright light streaming into my room. I rolled over and realized with dismay that I'd forgotten to close my curtains last night. I stretched, then looked at my clock.
(Wow.)
It was 9:00. Not too bad, considering what time I'd fallen asleep. I got up and went downstairs. I was starving! When I got into the kitchen, Alfred was cleaning things up.
"Awake, I see." He said. I smiled.
"I was up kinda late last night," I said.
"Yes, well, because of that, Master Bruce wanted me to tell you that you are confined to the mansion until further notice. I'm to keep a special eye on you." Alfred stated, wiping off the island counter.
"What?!" I said. "That's ridiculous!"
Alfred gave a small smile but didn't respond to my protest. "You must be hungry. Shall I make you breakfast?"
"Okay…" I said half-heartedly. I went into the living room, fuming. (How could he do this to me? First he forces me to stay home and sleep and now he's grounding me! He knows it's not going to work, what is he trying to do with this?)
I sat on the couch, trying to think things through. I had to find Ivy and put her back in jail for good, but it was becoming more impossible with every effort to do it! Bruce just didn't understand!
"Miss Aysel!" Alfred called. The smell of warm syrup filled my nose and calmed me down a little. I went back into the kitchen to find steaming pancakes on the table with butter and syrup. Despite being mad, I smiled. Alfred always knew how to make me feel better!
As I began to eat, a plan for catching Ivy slowly started coming to me…