A/N: Hi there! This is my new story for the Kane Chronicles. There will be a new chapter each day of this week. I've got them all typed out, but I just have to edit them. I hope you enjoy it. :)

This takes place between the Throne of Fire and the next book to come out. I will try not to put any spoilers, but there will be characters from the second book in this story.

I don't own the Kane Chronicles. Don't we all wish we did?

Sadie

Okay, so I know that Apophis is rising and all. You're probably thinking, "Why aren't you guys busily training and trying to stop that monster?" The problem is that we have lives too. This is just a sub recording before our final battle against Apophis. Let's just hope we triumph.

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Our wonderful side story (but not really) all began on a Sunday, the first day of the week. [Carter, shut up! People from Mars may not know that Sunday is the first day of the week!] It was a day off from working with the trainees, and thank Ra, because I needed a well deserved break. I'm not complaining or anything, but sometimes a thirteen year old girl could get a little overwhelmed from the stress of teaching.

Anyway, I was sitting in a comfy seat enjoying a fizzy root bear, when Carter and Zia came waltzing into my personal bubble. Did I mention Zia was staying at the Twenty-first Nome for a week? Yeah, starting today. She was helping us with training, and they were shedding off that romantic junk as usual.

"Oh Zia, my true love, please kiss me," Carter said.

Okay, that didn't really happen, but I imagined it.

"I found some old effective spells in the library," Zia told him. "I think it would be a good idea to teach it to the others." Her amber eyes flashed me a greeting before fluttering back to Carter.

"Oh yeah." Carter nodded. "We've been searching in that library for ages for good spells. Thank goodness you've found some."

There went those sappy eyes again.

"Yes," Zia said. "I'll see you later then?"

Carter's head went up and down like a bobble head.

Zia uttered a light laugh and exited the room. Then for the first time during their little conversation, Carter noticed me.

"Sadie!" he said, clearly startled. "Were you sitting there the whole time?" He nervously glanced around the room.

"No." I smiled sarcastically. "I was in another room and then I suddenly appeared in this chair!" Then I thought of how cool that would've been and asked, "Is there a spell for that?"

He shook his head. Not from answering my question, but probably from disbelief.

I smirked at him. "You couldn't live one day without talking to Zia." I sighed dramatically. "You're too in love with her."

"I could too!" Of course, his pride took over. "I could ignore her for a whole day." He crossed his arms defiantly.

"You want to bet?" I asked, taking his snootiness for a challenge.

"I would totally win it!" he snapped.

"Fine, it's a bet then."

"But," he cut in. I sensed a catch in his voice.

"It would only be fair if you participated in the bet as well." That was the catch right there. Did you see it? "If I don't talk to Zia for a whole day, then you have to do something you don't like either."

"Okay, but you can't even signal that she's there," I told him. "You have to one hundred percent ignore her for the rest of the day."

"Fine," he sneered. "Change into a miniskirt."

I spewed out my root beer onto his face. "What?" Gods, I always knew Carter was a freak, but a per-

"Before you get any ideas," he butted in. "It's only for the bet today. I think Walt would cherish the idea of Sadie in a miniskirt." He smirked evilly.

My cheeks burned furiously at the thought of myself wearing a (choke) miniskirt in front of Walt. I wore jeans and worn out shorts; miniskirts were out of the question!

"No way!" I protested. "Anything else!"

"Nope, it's either the miniskirt or no bet," he said.

My mouth gaped at his unbelievable behavior. I mean, this was my brother we were talking about! Who knew he was so… RIDICULOUS?"

I gritted my teeth and muttered, "Oh it's on, lover boy."

"Starting now." He turned from me and stalked out. I was about to mention he forgot what the prize would be for who won the bet, but since he was always thick-headed, I ignored it and decided we would figure that out later.

I left my oh-so-comfortable-seat (oh, sob, sob) and went up to my room. Did I mention my room was awesome? It had a refrigerator with all my favorite snacks, a closet with a poster of Anubis in it (uh, er…), and a window view of Brooklyn. But my room is another story for later.

I glanced at my bed and almost fainted. On my covers was a pink, frilly skirt that was so small, I thought it was made for a first grader. But that wouldn't be right because it was exactly my size, just very small in length.

I cursed in Egyptian and gagged as I slipped it on. Perhaps I would just stay in my room all day, so I wouldn't have to embarrass myself. I smiled and nodded at my brilliant idea. Then I sat down on my bed and listened to my IPod.

Two hours went by before I started to get hungry. My refrigerator was all out and sadly, it only refilled itself on Tuesdays. My stomach grumbled and made a gurgling sound I recognized to be, "Feed me or I'll starve!" And after pacing my floor for a minute, I decided I had to take the risk. I would have to sneak down to the kitchen, grab a couple granola bars, and climb back up the stairs before getting caught. Nothing could go wrong, right?

I slowly opened the door and peeked out. So far so good. I trotted out, Anubis's eyes on the poster following me as I left.

I tiptoed down the stairs and hid behind the statue of Thoth in the living room. Trainees came and past the statue, unnoticed of my presence behind it. I sighed with relief and sneaked the rest of the way to the kitchen. I opened the door and found the lights off. That was okay, since I knew my way through the kitchen in the dark well. Now where were those granola bars?

Pop. The lights flickered on. I had my hand on the granola bar box when it happened.

"Whoa, Sadie, what are you wearing?" I recognized the voice oh too horribly. I slowly turned around to see all the trainees of the Twenty-first Nome, Zia, Walt, and my brother who I was so going to kill.

"Yes, Sadie," Carter laughed. "I called for a meeting because no one could seem to find you. We were all so worried; we were going to send out a search party. Your room was locked, so we were all afraid! And then look what we find here. Tsk tsk."

That little backstabbing fiend! He was so dead.

I backed up, scrambling to get to the door and naturally fell over a chair. Nice.

"I think it suits you, Sadie!" little Felix admitted.

Heat flooded my face as the other trainees nodded in agreement. I ran from the room in pure embarrassment. Their teacher wasn't looking so leaderish now, now was she?

I climbed up the stairs and didn't stop running until I was safely leaning against my closed bedroom door. I wasn't sad, just angrily embarrassed.

"Whoa, Sadie, what are you wearing?" Walt asked.

I didn't even get any granola bars. Great.

Knock knock.

"What do you want, Carter?" I asked, quite fumed.

"Eh?" the muffled voice said through the door. "It's not Carter, it's me, Zia."

Zia? She was the last expected person I would have thought to come to my door.

I opened it and Zia smiled warmly. "Hey, how are you doing?"

"Oh you know." I sighed. "The usual. Got embarrassed by the whole Twenty-first Nome, but yeah."

"Hey, it's not that bad," she laughed. "At least Khufu wasn't there."

Because that makes me feel a whole lot better.

"What do you want?" I groaned.

"I just wanted to tell you everyone complimented the new look after you left," Zia said. "I think it's a new… Spunk."

"Spunk?" I blurted.

"Spunk," she agreed.

Well… Okay, this was getting a little awkward.

She blew a strand of her short hair out of her face. "Well then, I'll leave you now. But remember, your trainees support whatever decisions you make." She turned to leave.

I wanted to tell her all about Carter and my bet, but I had a better idea.

"Hey, Zia!" I said, an idea forming in my devilish head.

"Yeah?"

"Carter has something very important to tell you."

"Oh? Well, I'll go see him then."

"I'll go with you." We went downstairs and found Carter sweeping up the marble floor around the statue of Thoth.

"Carter!" Zia tapped his shoulder. "What did you want to tell me?"

He flinched, but carried on sweeping as if no one was there.

"Carter?" she asked. She looked at me confusingly. "Is there something wrong with him?"

He bit his lip in regret and I almost burst out laughing. I was warming up a little more to this bet. I liked seeing him get a taste of his own horrible medicine.

"He must be angry with you," I sighed. "Something you must have done to make him angry."

Carter flashed me a dirty look.

"Oh." Zia's eyes fell to the floor. "Sorry, Carter." I almost fell sorry for her as she left the room.

"That was awful," Carter moaned. He put down the broom he was sweeping with and sat down on the floor. Putting his head into his hands, he slapped himself over and over again.

"You could give up the bet." I looked at my fingernails as if this was a simple offer.

"No." He glared. "This is war, Sadie Kane." Oh, he said my last name. Very scary. "For each day of this week, we will have bets against each other like today. Whoever breaks first loses on that day. Whoever wins for the whole week, will get that letter on that table." He pointed to a fine white envelope on the side table next to the door.

I went over to it and picked it up. It said, "To Carter and Sadie Kane. The one who is the wisest and strongest may open this. I'll let you decide you that would be. From, Amos Kane."

Amos was on a trip to an Egyptian pyramid for research. He had been gone for a month and to tell you the truth, I longed to just give up on the bets and open it right at that moment.

I turned around and smiled slyly at Carter. "You're so on."