Hey! This is my first fanfic... Hope you like it! I TOTALLY DON'T OWN THE 39 CLUES SERIES AND ITS CHARACTERS!


It was 1 year since the Hunt and I missed being part of it. First, yoh! I'm Dan Cahill, 12 years old and currently in 7th grade in Adams Middle School, Boston. Maybe most of you don't know what Hunt I meant, so maybe you're thinking of stupid scavenger hunts or whatever, but you're WRONG. This Hunt can change your life, your whole self, like what it did to me. Formerly I was the fun-loving and ninja-addicted Dan but now, I'm a lot more serious Dan. This Hunt can also tell you the truth behind your parents' ACCIDENTAL death, behind your au pair's extraordinary talent in flying a plane and a lot more. So anyway, I met a lot of relatives during the Hunt, a lot of WEIRD and BACKSTABBING relatives. Among all of them, my worst nightmares are the Kabra family: 2 nosy siblings and the killing mother. Don't make me tell their names, I swore not to.

Well, I'll start with the 1st day on my 7th grade class. It was announced that exchange students from England. And know what, I've got a lot of amazing and horrifying adventures in the E country. I also met dozens of CAHILLS. Our family is huge that some historical figures turned out to be my COOL ancestors. William Shakespeare, Anne Bonny, Amelia Earhart and many others are some of my direct ancestors. Don't believe me? Whatevs, dude. Anyway, a dozen of people from the E country are heading toward the auditorium, people with the stupid British accent. My best friends, Willie and Johnny, were feeling the same way I do: bored. Yup, bored.

When Mr. Mustache, our principal, mentioned the name "NATALIE KABRA IN 7-APOLLO!", I got nauseous. A girl with coffee skin, silky black hair and cold amber eyes went up the stage, smiling. I totally hate it! I DON'T WANT NATALIE KABRA AS MY CLASSMATE! But there's nothing I can do. Oh hey, do you remember the K family? Well, Natalie is the youngest of the 2 nosy siblings.

After the welcoming ceremony, we went up the classroom. On the way, my classmate, Mark, muttered, "The Natalie girl is so cute, right?" I turned to him fiercely and said, "When did an Indian girl become cute?"

"She's not Indian, dude, she's British."

"I know, but she's still ugly!"

"Nothing's ever beautiful for you."

"Oh, shut up."

When we reached our room, Mrs. Cogsworth told Natalie to find a vacant chair. My heart flipped. The chair beside me is the only vacant chair. I kept praying, "Please not here. Please not here. Please not here." over and over and over again. But my efforts did not pay off. Natalie made her way towards the chair beside me and sat down. She turned to me and said, "Hi, I'm Na... Daniel?"

"You're Nadaniel?" I asked her.

"Don't be stupid. Wait, are you really Dan Cahill?"

"What's your problem? Got amnesia? Wait, your mom didn't shoot at your head, right? Your brain's not on your foot, right?"

"Oh, shut up. I don't have amnesia, it's just that you seem... different."

"I DO?"

"Um, yeah. You don't look so annoying anymore."

"Oh, really? Then I'll annoy you again."

"Try, Daniel," she said dangerously. "I'll shoot you."

Tch! Shoot me? Here in school? Yeah, right.

"Try, Natalie, if you can."

"I can, you know. I'm a Lucian, remember?"

Oh, right! She really is a Lucian. Lucians are our family members who like... no... love to kill. They can just shoot you, dude, no problemo. They use strategy to get away from their stupid crimes. I went back to the times I experienced Lucian wrath: Mom and Dad dead, almost left in a cave, almost biten by a taipan, Irina dead, almost poisoned, Lester dead... jeez, it's just too many. I was so lost in my nightmares when Natalie shook my shoulder. "Daniel..."

"Have mercy! Don't kill me!"

"DANIEL!"

"AAAH! What?"

"Your classmates already left. Wanna join them?"

"Oh... alright." and we left the classroom.


Was it okay? Tell me what you think! R&R please!