Thoughts Of A Perfect Mother

I DO NOT own the 39 nine clues in any way, shape, or form

This is my first ever fanfic but tell me anything to make this story better. I haven't read Into the Gauntlet yet so, please, no spoilers!

Summery: She always wanted to be perfect. Like her mother. But if her mother was perfect then what was 'cold-blooded murderer'?

"Natalie! You and your brother should have won the clue hunt already!" Isabel Kabra spat. "How am I to go to the other top Lucians having disgraces like you!"

"But mothe-" started a very small looking Natalie. She knew Isabel would never accept failure.

"I do not want to hear from you! Those Cahill brats got the clue, again! What excuse do you have this time!" She snarled daringly. This time Natalie stayed quiet.

"Exactly!" Isabel screeched. "Servants!"

Two women rushed in. Natalie shook off their attempts to bring her to her room and huffed away even though she felt like crying, but she would never do that.

As she ungracefully slammed the door and whirled around to see…Herself.

Natalie's beautiful doll-like face stared at her mirror. Her expression unreadable. Then her brows knitted together. Then she relaxed. But no matter what, her face held worry and…. Confusion? She was thinking quite deeply. Her thoughts a jumbled mess. And it was because of her mother.

She stared intently at the mirror again. She looked so much like Isabel Kabra. From her luscious, glossy , black hair to her designer ballet flats. She had craved to be like her mother. She seemed so perfect. Her mother, so great, that she, Natalie Kabra, did not want to believe the truth.

She was an eavesdropper, every Lucian was at one time in their life. Natalie had heard a lot of things. From Januses, Ekats, and some Lucians, too. What she heard was disturbing. She didn't want to believe her mother was a cold-blooded murder. That her only female model is as treacherous as people say, but it was so hard. She saw first hand how her mother had tried to kill those Cahill people. The helicopter in Africa. How Ian explained Australia. The sharks. She couldn't bring her self to think she was just being used by her mother. That all the years Isabel spent raising her was have a decent heir and not because she loved her.

She stood there. Alone in her room. Then a horrifying thought came to her. She tried hard to be like Isabel. Was she already like her? No, she was Natalie. The girl that is Ian's sister. She was Natalie. The person that seems vicious, but is still only 11. She would never really hurt anyone. Would she?

Numbly, she reached for her favorite brush on the dresser. Her mother gave it to her. She absent-mindedly brushed her silky locks.

What would her mother do if she got a hold of the 39 clues? Would she kill her? The thought sent a shiver down her spine. What would happen if-?

Stop it! She gave a small sigh.

If she went into it any harder she would certainly get wrinkles. She flattened her Vera Wang designer skirt and packed her dart gun into her purse. She opened the door out of her room and strode purposefully out to the hallway.

Shopping always helped her. Anyways, she need clothes, shoes, designer bags, face cream…..

A/N- So what do you think? Read, review, complement, constructive criticism would be the best, but just tell me what you think.

Write-on,

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P.S. After I read All That Remains by The Whisperer of Wings (Go check it out if you haven't!) I feel like my story is too...Boring. *sigh*