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Episode Tag to: The Bionic 500

Chronicle 013

Chapter: Velocity

Password: **********

Date: 07.01.13

Time: 5:01 PM

Attachment: jloganosign

How do you get an autograph from a famous NASCAR racer and score special tickets for the whole family to an upcoming sprint cup race? Easy. Just know the tips and tricks of how to avoid Principal Perry.

Who knew that that would come in handy one day? And I thought I was crazy for having a mini-booklet written about it. To be honest, I wasn't expecting a copy of it to land in the hands of Joey Logano. I thought the detention regulars would get a handle on it first. Then a few of the burn outs. Then the kids at the chess club.

But hey—who am I to complain? Principal Perry developed an unhealthy crush towards someone way, way, way younger than she was, and the said guy developed a very normal inclination to run away from her. I'd say it's all good.

I'd have to give due credit to the Harrington's, though. Because of them, Joey has my number on speed dial in case of emergencies. If they haven't been too stuck up and overconfident, this wouldn't have happened. Now, not only do we get a chance to kick it with a famous person, we also got to be a pit crew for a day, get full ownership of four upgraded lockers, and get the mansion/castle at the top of the hill.

Adam, Bree, Chase, and I were able to tour the Harrington's crib once they left. It was pretty sweet. They had a pool so huge, we thought it was a lake. The rooms were as big as a house. Mr. Harrington's office looked like a college library. The kitchen? Like the one you see in Chopped (not that I ever watched Mom's cooking shows…more than twice a week).

Their game room was phenomenal, and Adam, Chase and I appreciated that.

It was great all in all. I asked Big D if the four of us can have the house. I even made a PowerPoint presentation about the advantages of letting us stay there, but he said no. Apparently he's thinking of putting it on the market and get money for it instead.

That was a sad day for all four of us, because we really had plans for it already.

Before Big D could officially put the lock on the house, I decided to do one last tour. Clayton's room was my last stop, mostly because my wallet slept over there for a night. I also let Pascal roam free so he can leave the next owners of the house a little welcome home present and to show how the Davenport's liked the Harrington's as neighbors.

It was kind of a bad idea because after a while, I couldn't find Pascal. So I had to open all the closets, look under every curtain, and pull out all the drawers to see where he is.

I found him inside this one corner cabinet where, incidentally, someone else's wallet is. I couldn't help being nosy, so I looked inside.

I have a feeling that it was Mr. Harrington's wallet. Well, for one, it had his business cards in there. There was also pictures of his cars, money (don't ask me why) and of course, his family. They looked pretty uncomfortable in the picture. They were stiff. They're not even really smiling, but I guess that's how gazillionaires pose for photos.

Then that got me wondering what everyone in my family has in their wallets. You know, other than money.

I know what's inside Mom's. I don't think its contents really changed from when I was six: credit cards, receipts, the poem I wrote for her. There are also pictures. The main one she has now is the one taken when Grandma invited all of us over to a cookout. The six of us were sitting at one of those picnic tables. Adam, Chase and I were grinning, Bree was smirking, Big D has this goofy smile on his face while he had his thumbs up, while Mom was smiling in a way that tells me that she's really happy.

There were two other pictures: the other one was her wedding day pic with Big D, and the other one I'll keep a secret, because even if she doesn't know I'm talking about it, I feel like she'll sense that I've revealed what it is. Then I'll never be found again.

Plus, she really holds that one close to her heart, so I keep my lips sealed.

I've asked my sibs what they had in theirs. Adam showed me what he has: two sticks of gum in one of the folds, a newspaper cutout advertising puppies being sold, someone's phone number—which, I know, is Ayanna's, and a picture of the five of us in the lab plus one of Mom's ID pictures glued on it.

Bree just told me to get lost when I asked, but I'm pretty sure there's a picture of her and Owen somewhere in there.

Chase placed his wallet on the table and gave me a full discussion of why the things that are in there are in there. Basically, he has his library card, his school ID, an empty SD card, a picture of the mathematician Mary Cartwright, complete with a very complicated equation written at the back of it, and then a picture of the four of them, probably taken two or three years before Mom and I came.

He said he will update it as soon as he finds the perfect picture of the six of us.

I just said okay.

Knowing what Big D has inside his was tricky. I didn't really expect anything. I asked him once, just to give it a shot. He said no, so I just stopped asking.

But then, one day, he was at his work desk upstairs, and I guess he was either trying to order something or arguing with someone on the phone that he left his wallet wide open for inspection. When he stepped outside, I felt an urge to go over his desk and look. It's not like he'd know, unless Eddy tells on me. But I thought about this chronicle, how he hadn't seem to have looked over what I had written, and I thought it wouldn't be fair if I invaded his privacy when he respected mine.

So I just picked up Mom's tablet and played Cut the Rope.

Big D came back not long after, his conversation finally finished. From my periphery, I could tell he was giving me the look when he saw his wallet open. "Leo," he called me.

I paused the game. "Huh?"

"Did you look at my wallet even when I told you not to?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nope," I said. "Can't. Even if I wanted to. You can even ask Eddy."

"Eddy?"

"As much as I want to sell him out, I can't. The little miscreant didn't even go near the desk," Eddy answered.

I went back to my game after that. No hard feelings.

Big D sat beside me afterwards and opened his wallet for me to see. He then told me that I can only look at what's opened. I paused the game again and took my chance.

The contents? Credit cards, his Davenport Industries ID, a few calling cards, a picture of him and Mom at their wedding at one fold, and then a picture of Adam, Bree, Chase and I on the other fold.

I told him okay and thanked him.

He just nodded and closed it. When he was putting it back in his pocket as he was leaving, something fell off. I picked it up and gave it to him.

He looked at it and then looked at me when I handed it to him. "Leo. Did you see this?"

"No."

"Are you sure you didn't?"

His adamancy made me suspicious. "Yes," I told him. "Why? What is it?"

Big D, I think, was trying to see first if he could catch a tell on me on whether I'm being honest or not. It stung a teeny bit, just a little, but it looked like it was very important to him that no one knew about it so I just let it go.

He slid it back in his wallet and then secured the wallet in his pocket. "It's just an old family picture," he said. "It's just me and your Granddad and Grandmom and…someone else."

Since I know about my mom's hidden pic, I didn't push him. I just shrugged and said okay. I even made it easy on him by heading back to the living room to avoid any awkwardness.

"Leo?"

I turned around. "Yes?"

Big D frowned, like he wanted to say something but wasn't sure if he should say it. It was a while before he spoke again. He just smiled at me then shook his head. "Never mind," he said. "It's nothing."

After that, he left, and I was more curious and confused.

Velocity refers to the change of the position of an object. If it's constant, it should equal the distance the object has traveled over the amount of time it took to get there. You can see it during a race, when the cars are speeding through that straight line, and you can see it change when the vehicles turn at a curve.

I even saw it on Joey when he runs. You think he's fast when he's on the track? Wait 'til you see him run away from Principal Perry. That's when you can watch him go.

It's even applicable to the Harrington's. They couldn't drive fast enough when they were going through our street when they were leaving.

It's also somehow related to that weird feeling I have that tells me we're all heading for something that I can't even describe. Something I don't even want to describe, because I feel like it's something bad. This evil scheming on Eyebrows and his dad's part has gone on so far for them to be so quiet now. They've taken their time without making any moves, which means they're building up to something bigger…and that's not good.

Big D's acting a little secretive, too, ever since I tried to show them the lair. It's like he believes me but doesn't want to believe me, and like he knows something but don't know how to approach it.

I'm a bit worried. Bad comes to worse, we will all go through this unprepared, and I'm afraid that at the end of the line somebody will die because of it.

Signed,

Leo Francis Dooley

End of Chapter Velocity

Re-Enter Password: **********

Date: 07.01.13

Time: 7:19 PM

In The Bionic 500, what multibillion dollar industry did Donald mention the Harrington's get their money from? Here's a clue: he says it when he was gloating about his win after the race. ;)

Oh, and popcorn!

Answers, of course, are optional. Reviews are very much loved! :)