Imagine if Amy was a hostage for the Vespers. What if she had lost her hope, and everyone was trying to help her build it up, especially Jake and Dan
Disclaimer - I do not own The 39 Clues
STORY:
Amy was still locked in her room, she didn't want to walk out of her room, as if there were an intruder waiting to come right at her. She knew she was safe and sound but she also could not believe it. When one enemy strikes and the Cahill's fight, there is always another one waiting to strike. And that was what Amy was afraid of. Her letting down the family. Letting Dan down. If they lost to their enemy, they had her to blame. She was the head of the family.
"Amy?" Came a male voice from the other side of the door.
She figured if she didn't reply, the person would come in anyway so she just lay in bed, not moving and just staring at the ceiling in some deep thoughts.
Amy seen her little brother Dan, who was 14 walked in, he had a drink in his hand.
"What do you want?" Amy's voice was muffled under the covers as she pulled them over herself.
"You need to eat or drink something. You want some orange juice?" He asked.
Amy uncovered only her face from the blankets and said a simple, "No."
"Come on Ames, you need to drink something." He insisted.
"I am not thirsty and goodnight!" She said pulling the blankets over herself and rolling on her side.
Dan sighed, looked at Amy once more, and walked out of her room.
Well, part one up! This is actually my first story. To be honest, I don't think that I'm that good of a writer. If you liked it, can you please review? I would love it.
See ya!