Amy P.O.V.
I rushed through the crowd, pushing my way through to get to Dan, whom I had lost because he wanted to go look at the ninja action figures in the gift shop. Ugh, brothers! All I had wanted to do was take a vacation, since the race for the 39 clues is now over, and the damn Cobras won. Don't ask me how we got the money; to this day, I don't know. But the good thing is that Nellie is now our legal guardian, since Beatrice disowned Dan and I: "A disgrace to your family! Traveling around the godforsaken world without a thought in your mind for me! Do you know how worried I was?!" Yadda yadda yadda. As if! But Dan just has to ruin it by getting freakin' LOST practically the second we land. I reached the gift shop just as someone came out of it. We collided, sending both of us flying. I looked up, blushing and about to stutter an apology, when I looked up into the face I swore never to look into again. Ian Kabra peered down at me, mirroring the same look of shock I probably had plastered all over my face. Then I recovered and exploded.
"YOU! WHY ARE YOU HERE?! ISN'T IT ENOUGH TO WIN THE RACE, BY STEALING ALL THE CLUES, I MIGHT ADD? MUST YOU COME AND TORTURE ME WHILE I TRY TO FORGET ALL ABOUT THAT DAMN RACE?! You've hurt me enough."
The end of my eruption ended with me trailing off until I doubted he could actually hear me. Apparently, he did.
"Amy, I'm sorry, please, let me explain-"
"No," I whimpered. "I have to go… go… find Dan."
And, before he could utter a word, I ran into the gift shop.
I found Dan standing where he said he'd be, inhaling a giant bag of Sour Skittles. I rushed up to him, grabbed him by the elbow, and started towing him out of the store.
"AMY! Wait!! I haven't paid yet!"
I barely glanced back at him.
"Paid for what?"
"THE SKITTLES!"
I skidded to a stop.
"If you haven't paid for the skittles, then why are you EATING THEM?!"
"I was hungry!"
"Then go pay!"
"I don't have any money!"
Could my life be any worse? I run into the worst Cobra, and now Dan can't pay for a bag of Skittles, and neither can I! And Nellie probably ran off to find a store that sells rock/metal band… things. What am I going to do?
Then, Ian Kabra pops into the store. My life just got that much worse.