John's discovery (Part 1)

Part 11

There once lived a little boy. His name was John. He liked climbing trees, exploring, and just even playing in his backyard. One day he saw an unusual thing happen. His older brother, Jackie came walking outside, and did not even notice his brother. John watched silently, for he knew, that to be a good spy, he had to be quiet. Then he saw their next door neighbor, Lucy, by the fence. She was Jackie's age, about 16. John watched dumbfounded, as Jackie approached Lucy, he held out his hand!   2

"I can't believe it!" thought John. He didn't even know that they were in love! He watched, as Jackie went around the fence, and turned the corner. John decided to follow them. He knew that it would be a dangerous, but exciting mission. Silently, he slipped into the house. He got his binoculars, and changed his shoes. Then, he walked back outside. He looked at his watch. It was 7:00. He walked to the fence, and peeked around the corner. Jackie was digging a hole! 3

"I wonder what he's doin'" John thought. Then he heard Lucy say something to Jackie, then she left and went into the house.  He didn't quite hear what she said, all he heard was, "-----blanket."4

"Ah-ha!" he almost said aloud, quickly he covered his mouth. He knew what the blanket was for!5

The blanket was for Jackie to be able to get into Lucy's backyard! This was their first meeting together! Jackie was digging the hole, and Lucy was getting the blanket! Lucy was back now, the blanket in her arms. She handed it to Jackie, and he stuffed it down in his hole. The hole was fairly deep now, about three feet deep. He decided to go back home now, but suddenly, he thought of a brilliant idea! He looked at his watch: 7:30. He decided to go home, and do the idea tomorrow. He walked quietly to his tree house, and climbed up. He looked around, and finally, sat down on his bed number two. His bed number one was at home, were he slept every night, and his bed number two, was up were he was, he had found it in the dumpster, and gotten new sheets and fixed it up a bit, and called it 'Bed number two'. He always hung out at his tree house. He built it, so he had all the rights to use it. He kept a lock on his "door" so that no one could get anything, he kept most of his things in it after all.  He took out his notebook, and began writing:6

I know how to follow Jackie, just go while he's at school tomorrow since I have off. Then crawl under, and explore. Then, well, you know what to do! Why am I writing it down? Well, bye myself!7

John Rodger Trembolton8

Then he heard his mother calling from the house, "John Rodger Trembolton! Come here immediately!" "What could mom be mad at?" he wondered, she only used his full name when she was really mad, "Could Jackie have seen me?" He opened the door, and climbed down. He shyly walked to his mom and asked, "What's wrong mom?"9