Disclaimer: I don't own 39 Clues.
Okay... So this is a poem about how Madison feels after the hunt.
They were Tomas.
Not brainy Ekats,
Crazy Janus,
Stuck-up Lucians,
Or heaven's forbid,
Peace-nut Madrigals.
T
O
M
A
S.
It was all about being
Stronger,
Faster,
Braver,
Than anyone else.
Who else
Could climb
Mt. Everest?
Her siblings
Were growing soft,
Letting other kids win.
Ballet?
Since when
Did ballet
Become a sport?
Tomas were special.
Each branch had
Their own talent.
So they should stick
To their own.
Not go after the others.
Before,
The three had stuck together,
All outcasts.
Now she
was left behind.
While they had friends,
She
Still ate alone.
All for sticking
To her own branch.
Her parents
Actually encouraged
Reagan and Hammer.
What happened
To the competitive spirit?
The Holts were
Tomas.
But she
was the only one acting like it.
