Hey guys!
I just updated my first story, according to the mistakes pointed out by fellow fanfic writers (hehe). Hope you like it! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own the 39 clues
Natalie curled herself into a ball, her stomach grumbling continuously for days. "I want my mommy!" she cried helplessly.
Mum, she thought. Hadn't said that in years.
Mum aka Isabel Kabra, a beautiful, cunning women, who always bought Natalie expensive clothes, who always let Natalie eat full… who rarely appreciates Natalie…
Appreciate me… Natalie thought. Only once in my whole life, when I was 6…
Natalie was nervous. The ballet recital was about to start.
I'm going to do really good this time. I promise, mum. But please, come here, mum! Natalie thought to herself. She glanced at the audience, scanning for her mum. Mommy was extremely busy, but Natalie hoped she would come and encourage her.
There! Yes! She came! Natalie beamed.
The recital finally started. Natalie danced gracefully along with her friends on the stage, wearing her pink tutu and her point shoes while smiling at her mum. She noticed her mother's kind gaze, her eyes shimmering as her lips curved into a smile. Mummy is happy! She exclaimed in her heart.
"You did great today, Natalie," her mum said after the performance, grinning. "Thank you, mommy!" she said triumphantly. "I love your performance, you did extremely well, Natalie." Isabel said.
Natalie missed that sentence a lot.
Isabel was the boss of everyone, including me… Natalie thought. She always does things her way, without listening to my opinions. That moment, another memory which happened when she was 10 popped up in her mind…
This dress is sooo pretty! I am going to wear this for sure! Natalie thought blissfully, gazing at the glittering blue dress in front of her.
"Mum, I'm going to wear this one!" Natalie exclaimed, pointing at the gorgeous outfit.
"NO! This outfit is better!" Isabel replied, pointing at another red dress.
Natalie cringed at the outfit. What? The outfit I chose is way better than that ugly red dress! She thought.
"This outfit is better!" Natalie said impatiently, reching out her hand to take the outfit to go to the changing rooms. However, before she could do that, Isabel stopped her.
"Not so fast, young lady."
"I am going to wear this outfit."
"No."
"Why not?" she argued.
"Because I am the one to choose the outfit! LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY!" Isabel hollered as loud as a lion.
"But…"
"NO BUTS! Now get this outfit and change! The fashion show is about to start!"
No fair! Natalie thought. Why can't I have a chance to choose?
Right. She is the Sun, the center of the universe, and we are just little planets orbiting her. She muttered under her breath.
Isabel Kabra, a name so familiar yet so far away.
Right, because she abandoned us. Natalie thought. She does things for her own good, the best of everything: the best clothes, food, nail polish, pillows, beds... the Lucian serum. That night's scene suddenly reappeared in her mind.
Nobody can see me here, Natalie thought, creeping into the dark room. Since the clue hunt, I have collected puzzles, but I need the whole picture now, the truth.
She flipped open drawers reading confidential files... Out of the blue, she heard a rustling sound - the sound of someone flipping papers.
Oh no… I'm dead this time. It's Isabel Kabra. Natalie said. What In the dark, Natalie could see a face faintly- Ian's face.
Natalie breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ian?" Natalie asked curiously.
"Natalie?" Ian replied, perplexed. "What are you doing here? It's the middle if the night!"
"Then why are you here too?"
"Em..." Ian replied nervously.
"I guess we came here for the same purpose." Natalie replied.
Ian nodded as if he knew exactly what Natalie was thinking about.
The two of them tiptoed in the dark, trying to read other documents.
Natalie gasped as she held up a empty test tube container.
"The Lucian serum!" she whispered furiously. "It's empty!" She topped for a moment to think, and continued.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Mum drank it?"
"Yes!" she replied. "And she drank all of it, without leaving any for us!" Natalie's heart was filled with rage, but she kept most of it inside her heart.
She tiptoed out of the room angrily, but silently.
Isabel Kabra, mean, cunning, self-centered, wicked... all of the bad things. Yes, the cruelest of the cruelest, the worst of the worst.
Then why would anybody miss her? Natalie thought. She knew the answer right away. Because Isabel, her mum, gave birth to her, obviously, and she cared for her when she was young...
I hate her, Natalie thought. But I know I should love her.
So should I love or should I hate?
"Natalie, are you okay?" Nellie's words broke her thought.
"Yeah, you haven't spoken for hours." Reagan said. "Some push-ups for everyone will help!"
"I'm fine." Natalie replied. "But I'm sure I don't need any push-ups."
In fact, her body was fine but her heart wasn't fine at all.
Natalie was in a dilemma.