(AN) I'm finally writing a 39 Clues story! I've been searching my brain for some ideas, but now, I think I'll just do a Jamy story, and maybe Natan, if I feel like it. Anyway, here you go...

"BEEP-BEEP-BEEP" My alarm blared in my ears. I slapped it but it wouldn't stop, "Shut up!" I screamed... It didn't listen. So I grabbed the cord and threw it across the room at my wall. I dented the wall but the alarm stopped. I stood up groggily and walked into my bathroom, yes, I have my own bathroom, don't ask why. So, I walked into my bathroom and splashed my face with som cold water from the walked in and tangled himself in my legs. Saladin is our grandmother's old, cranky cat. He's fussy, and a total pain in the butt. But he's all that's left of Grace, so Dan and I love him. I have conversations with him every morning, but they tend to just go like this,
"Mrrp,"
"What do you want?"
"Mrrp,"
"I asked a question."
"Mrrp."
And then I would get in the shower and he'd leave me alone. Which is exactly what I did.

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I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, looking at my clock I realized, It was already 6:45, the bus came at seven! "DAN GET UP!" I called down the hall to my dweeb brother. He came out wearing his yellow and blue pokemon pajamas. I stifled a laugh and turned back around. I walked into my room, trying to find something to wear. I wasn't generally one to worry about what I looked like, but today was the first day of school for Dan and I, and I wanted to make a good impression. I pulled out a pair of grey skinny jeans (because my legs were to skinny to fit in anything else) and a striped grey t-shirt with a white camisole I quickly put them on and walked out to see that my brother had put on an old, stained t-shirt and some dirty jeans. "Dan," I said, "Amy," he mimicked. I rolled my eyes, "Grow up," and walked into his room.

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It looked like a hurricane had hit my brother's bedroom. There were clothes all over the ground, along with game controllers, blankets, and some unidentifiable things. I pushed through the mess and got him out something nice to wear. A pair of jeans and a striped polo shirt. I brought it to him and he wrinkled his nose, but went and put them on anyway. We lived with our Uncle Fiske, but he was on a business trip, so we were alone for the week. Dan came out and I fixed his collar, which was at an awkward angle. Then we grabbed our book bags and headed out the door. But as I locked the door, I saw the bus going the other way down the street.

(AN) I hope you liked the first chapter, boring, I know, but the beginning of any story really is.
Love, Hope, and Kermit the Frogs,
- KK