Sorry this is so short, I kinda ran out of ideas. I have writer's block, so I may not post the next chapter to my other story just yet. It may not be up till Thursday. Sorry about that. I'm not going to stop writing it, though. Oh! I almost forgot the disclaimer. I do not own the 39 clues, nor the characters.
He walks along with her at his side. Why is he with her? She is well, Natalie. Natalie Kabra, to be exact.
The night he asked her, I was goofing off in the den. She came in, all decked out in gold. All the jewelry I had was, well, one small silver bangle. She approached me and smiled.
"Hey Reagan," she said. She looked at my bangle. "Why silver? Why not gold? Gold is far more precious." I froze.
"Natalie, what do you mean?"
"I mean that gold is worth more, it's more precious."
Then Dan entered the room. She smiled a beguiling smile and he walked over to her. In my head I was crying out, 'Don't, Dan! Please!'.
In a flash, I knew what Natalie had meant about my bangle. She was more precious than I was. She was to be treasured, I was to be just someone else to be left alone, maybe even thrown away.
I turned my head away from them. At that moment, I saw out of the corner of my eye, Dan kissing her. I jumped up and ran out of the room. They didn't even notice.
"Why?" I cried again and again. "Why? Why am I not as precious as her?" No one answered. I hid my face in my arms, as I knelt on the floor, crying out all my hurt and pain. "Why?" I whispered brokenly. There was no answer.
As I knelt on the floor, I knew that my chance was over. Dan was in love with Natalie. I had no chance at all. So I wept as I lay on the floor, hoping but knowing, that I could never have what I want, because gold is much more precious and valuable than silver.