This is my first 39 clues fanfic (yay!)
I'm sorry if the title is bad. I couldn't for the life of me think of a better one.
Disclaimer: I do not own the 39 Clues. I'd be happy if I did. Now you know what to get me for my birthday
Chapter 1
-Amy-
Amy Cahill woke up one morning in an 'I-need-a-change' mood. The hunt for the 39 Clues had ended six months ago. Many things about Amy and her life had adapted, such as now Nellie was her's and Dan's full-time guardian, along with their Uncle Fiske, Amy herself had become more confident, she had all but lost her stutter though it sometimes resurfaced when she was especially nervous or worried. They still lived in Boston but in a bigger apartment, to accommodate Uncle Fiske.
A haircut, she decided, would make her look as new as she felt.
Her mind made-up, Amy got ready to go out. She got dressed, brushed her teeth, tied her long hair up in a ponytail and made sure she had her credit card that gave her access to the four million dollars that she and Dan had won.
On the way to the front door she passed Dan and Nellie still in their pyjamas squashed up on the sofa watching Spongebob cartoons.
"Hey, Nellie, I'm going to the mall, okay?" Amy told her,
"Sure, kiddo. Got your card? Don't spend too much"
'Why are you going to the mall?' Dan asked suspiciously
'It's a secret,' Amy replied, 'see you later,'
It was raining outside. Amy called a taxi and in a short time was at the mall. She wasn't sure where to start but when she passed a hairdessers', inspiration struck. The mall wasn't very busy so Amy could walk right in and sit down in one the comfy black hairdressing chairs.
'What would you like done, miss?' a blonde hairdresser asked,
'I want it shorter. A lot shorter' Amy told her,
The hairdresser flipped open a magazine dedicated to different hairstyles.
'How about something like this?' she pointed to a skinny woman with a multicoloured pixie cut.
'Um, not quite that short. Maybe something more like this' Amy pointed to a chin-length bob, 'but maybe a bit longer than that?'
'Of course, sweetie,' the hairdresser said, wheeling over her little trolley,
Amy sat in the chair for about an hour while the hairdresser cut away at her hair. When she was finished, Amy could hardly recognise herself.
She thanked the hairdresser, paid for her haircut and continued with her makeover.
Next Amy bought dark-denim skinny jeans, a cream coloured jacket with a fur-lined hood and just-below-the-knee high black boots. None of it was stuff she would normally buy and it was excellent. Amy decided she should be reckless more often. She got changed in the mall bathroom and was amazed by how different she looked.
On her way out Amy stopped at an indoor café to get a muffin and juice. She sat at a little table to eat and watch people go about their business. Amy found it interesting to watch people. She liked to imagine what their lives were like and if they were as complicated as hers. Amy's gaze wandered from person to person, and then, was that . . . was that IAN?
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