To all lovers of The 39 Clues series. I decided to make Amy's flashbacks into one solid story. Hope you like it! All credit to the writers of The 39 Clues.
Hope had just sat down in her favorite chair. She had tucked in her daughter, Amy, and made sure Danny was asleep before relaxing. She then picked up the morning newspaper. "You know, I'm starting to read this later and later in the day," she said to no one in particular. Arthur just grunted. She looked up and saw him lost in Henderson's poem. Hope was sure they each read it a million and two times, and it still didn't make much of any sense.
A moments peace, and then the doorbell rang. Hope hadn't heard anyone coming, and she glanced over at Arthur. He had quickly stuffed the poem in the usual hiding place, the bookshelf behind him. She made sure it was in there before opening the door.
"Hello Hope, long time no see," said a cold, soldier-like voice.
Amy got out of bed and went to the bookshelf in her room. She picked up a book, and walked back to her bed.Amy was seven years old, and she was certainly a good reader.
Amy climbed back into bed, and then turned the lamp on. She was about to start reading when she heard loud voices downstairs. Amy recognized her parents' voices, but that was it.
Amy knew she shouldn't be listening, knew it was wrong. But she just couldn't help herself. She went out of her room, silently, and stood at the top of the stairs. She could slightly see her parents. And the visitors. But Amy didn't care about them.
The voices grew louder. A lady with neat, blonde hair looked far more angry than Amy thought was humanly possible. She noticed the lady spent a lot of time looking at her nails. The lady next to her, in lots of sparkly jewelry, looked far more calmer. But Amy didn't trust either of them.
"I'll ask one more time," said the calm lady, "where did you go?"
"Our travels are our business, not yours!"
"Tell us or else-"
"You dare threaten me in my own home?!"
Amy couldn't take it anymore. She fled down the stairs and pushed through all the people. She ran, but before her mom could pick her up, she was being pulled away. The sparkly lady picked her up. Amy tried to pull away, but the lady held on tighter.
"And who is this?" The lady was smiling, but her eyes were very cold. Amy noticed that she was looking at Amy's new nightgown. "What a pretty nightgown! Such cheerful teddy bears!" Amy stopped wiggling. She looked up at the lady and said, "Koalas. Not teddy bears."
The lady's grip tightened. Amy could hear her mother groan behind her.