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.