A/N: OMG! First Chapter of my first fanfic, and I'm absolutely terrified. K+ may change to T soon. None of the books after the original series happened. Now, read on! Before I freak myself out...

Disclaimer: God I wish I owned the 39 clues series...

Natalie POV

"Hello? Natalie? Helloooo?" I immediately snapped out of a daydream I was having. Not that I daydream often or anything, because that would be the peasant-like thing to do. The girl sitting next to me, Ava or Ivory or something, flipped her poorly-dyed blond hair back indignantly. We were in the mall, surrounded by shopping bags from various stores.

"I was in the middle of asking you about your party," she huffed. I rolled my amber eyes, "Yes, what is it?" I snapped my fingers, and our butler, Alfred, brought me over a fat-free fruit smoothie. I sipped it calmly as she answered, "Well, I was wondering when I was getting my invitation.

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow, "What makes you think you're going?" She gaped in disbelief, "Because I'm your best friend!" Oh, right. "Kidding, darling, kidding," I saved, "honestly I can't believe you're so gullible."

I opened my Prada purse and pulled and looked through it for her invitation. Eventually, I found it. Avery, that was her name. I handed it to her and started to say something else, when she suddenly let out a squeal.

"Honestly, when you squeal it makes you look like more of a pig." Avery rolled her eyes. Poor girl, thought I was kidding. "There he is, Matthew Fulbright. I've had my eye on him for a while. Today I might seal the deal." Avery was practically overflowing with self-confidence, which irked me.

I turned to see Matthew, the most popular boy at our exclusive private school in London. He had blondish-brown hair and dark, pine-green eyes. I always liked green eyes. It must run in the family (*cough cough* Ian *cough*). Matthew was in middle of looking at iPhone cases, but turned and saw me.

I smirked flirtatiously and waved him over. "Oh my God! He's coming over here! How do I look?" Avery was practically having an aneurism. "Well, I suppose your hair is okay now that you've started styling it like mine, but that lipstick is dreadful." Avery gasped and looked down. So much for that self-confidence.

"Hullo Avery, Natalie." I noticed he was looking at Avery, who was trying to wipe her lipstick off. "Matthew, I was just about to invite you to my 16th birthday party." I took out the purple envelope with his invitation. He looked ecstatic, all thoughts of Avery forgotten. Of course, I was the most gorgeous, popular, perfect girl on the planet, who wouldn't be ecstatic?

"I really hope you come." I put special emphasis on the "really". His eyes flared flirtatiously, which Avery immediately caught on to. "Who're you taking?" he asked. I shrugged, "No one quite yet." I pretended to look sad, a classic Natalie get-the-guy technique. "Maybe I can fix that," he said.

"Maybe you can," I responded. I could tell Avery was steaming behind me. I dropped the smoothie into the trash can near where I was standing, then snapped my fingers. Alfred came and gathered my bags. I started to walk out, but then I turned. "Matthew, I do hope you come. It'll be the party of the century." I turned and left, Matthew and the furious Avery behind, my stilettos clicking on the hard mall floor.

A/N: Yeah, it's short. But that's only because I'm terrified of all of you. Don't hate me because Natalie turned out to be a British Regina George (Mean Girls reference). I always imagined her ending up like that when she was 15 or 16ish. I promise she'll get nicer later on. Also, does anyone know Natalie's actual birthday? I tried to keep the time of year vague because I honestly have no clue. Reviews, comments, questions, and suggestions are greatly appreciated!

-SpontaneousSugarRush