Disclaimer-- unfortunately, I do not own the 39 Clues. If I did, I would be filthy stinking rich.

But really, who does own the 39 Clues? It's not as clear-cut as, say, Percy Jackson, where Rick Riordan owns it period. I mean, Rick wrote the 1st 39 Clues, but does he own it?

DING! LIGHTBULB!

I bet Scholastic owns it. Face it, I am a genius.

But anyway, I am not Scholastic and thusly do not own the 39 Clues. I would however, like to write one of the books. But, seeing as I am in middle school, I highly doubt that would be allowed. (Still, if you know anyone who can do that, hook me up! I can pay you in homemade brownies! Yum!)

Thank you for listening to my rant. Enjoy. (Sorry Nat is OOC, I wanted her to be a whiny brat. HEHE)

A Rich Kids Worst Nightmare
Chapter 1-

"But mother!" Natalie Kabra whined in despair.

"Buts are for sitting." her mother scolded.

"Well I want to be sitting on plush, down-filled cushions on fine chairs in my MANSION! Not on wooden stools in a dumpy cottage in America!"

"There will be no wooden stools and you will not be forced to live in ramshackle cottages. You will live a NORMAL LIFE while the Clue Hunt is paused. You kids have been too spoiled, it'll be good for you." Isabel Kabra didn't really care about her children being spoiled. She cared about Amy and Dan Cahill's odd lead in the Clue Hunt. So she was prepared, while the Hunt was paused, to send her children to live in the same conditions so they would learn how to be like the Cahills and win the 39 Clues.

"IAN! Help me OUT!" Natalie ordered furiously.

"Mmm hmmm...." Ian wasn't thinking about living conditions. He was thinking about where they were going. Boston. That was where Amy and Dan lived. Amy. He had hurt her... he had hurt lots of people of course, but if you had asked him if he ever hurt anyone the first thing that came to mind would be Amy. What really surprised him was how much he CARED about hurting her. Maybe it was the look on her face when he left her to die, or how he had heard her crying with awful, heartwrenching sobs as he was leaving the cavern. Or maybe it was the fact that he couldn't admit to himself: he, Ian Kabra, cared about her.

Ha! That was impossible. He didn't care about anyone, much less a filthy, stuttering bug like Amy Cahill. Her ninja-obsessed brother made her even less appealing. But if he didn't care about her, then why did his act bother him so deeply? Why did he ponder over it every waking moment?

"Iiiiian!" Natalie whined.

"I think it will be fun." Fun?! did he just say that?! Wow, this problem was bigger than he thought. It wasn't Kabra to have fun.

"Fun? FUN?! EW! We don't have fun! My fun is shopping and shooting things and your fun is chess and reading and things I don't care about. THAT is about as much fun as it goes for us. What on EARTH makes AMERICA sound like FUN????" Natalie said in horror. "Is it that Cahill you spend so much time thinking about? What's her name Amelia or something? You shouldn't be allowed to see her if she has that effect on you."

"I don't see her anyway." Ian responded, depressed.

"What is this about a Cahill girl? Is there a problem? Are you talking about Amy Cahill?" their mother gasped.

"Yes mother. Ian and I left her and Daniel in a cave in Korea. She was really devestated because he had made a fuss about liking her and she apparently was all in love and things and now he has stooped so low as to fall in love with her." Natalie said.

"Not in love! I would never fall in love with her." Definitely not in love. Ian figured you couldn't be in love unless you've known each other for a while, at least sixth months. He wasn't a love at first sight type of person. Maybe he just had one of those things his sister was always seeing on the TV, (Natalie was a huge Miley Cyrus fan and was forever watching Disney Channel-- the horrors) what were they called? Ah yes, a crush. Perhaps he had a 'crush' on Amy Cahill. Nothing more.

"No matter. Just stay away from the girl if their are any doubts. Your plane leaves in an hour." Isabel left the two children to wallow in their sorrow. Or at least, she left Natalie to wallow. Ian wasn't a wallower.

"IAN! This is ALL YOUR FAULT! I am not talking to you!" Ian failed to notice how this was his fault and left to finish packing. "UGH." Natalie kicked a wall. "OW! Stupid wall! You aren't worth the money we paid for you! Now there is a SCUFF on my COACH sneaker!!!!" Natalie sat down on the ground and pouted for the next hour.