Hehe. Sorry? I forgot to update yesterday... but Christmas break has started! *happy dance*

Disclaimer: I do not own the awesomeness that is the Wyomings. Or the 39 Clues.


As she inspected her fingernails, Cheyenne let out a big sigh. She gazed out through the small window. She glanced at the bench. Maybe . . .

No. They had confiscated her Swiss Army knife. But . . .

If the guards at the door had been paying attention, they would've said that a certain mischievous entered her eye. But they weren't so they didn't notice how her gaze snaked up to the window, to the bench, and to the guards, and then all over again.

After all, she was only fourteen years old. And she was a girl. How much damage could one girl cause?

Unfortunately for them, they forgot to add in duct tape and multi-tools to the equation. So let's ask again. How much damage could one girl with duct-tape, a multi-tool, and a heavy backpack cause?

Lots.

Casper gaped at her. She didn't mind. Most people didn't expect an old lady to be able to do major ninja tricks. Unless they knew Grace Cahill.

With her, anything was possible.

That wasn't possible. Casper desperately rubbed his eyes. She was still there.

He sighed. His twin sister had been arrested, and he had met this weird psycho-ninja lady in a black and white tracksuit. His world couldn't be turned more upside down.

At least, that's what he thought. And then . . . it started to hail. In New York. In the middle of th summer. At twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Now it couldn't be anymore worse. But as he gazed up at the sky and the falling ice, he miserably thought, 'I wish Cheyenne was here.'


I don't believe in long author notes. I really don't. So, let me keep this short: MY MATH AND ENGLISH TEACHERS GAVE ME HOMEWORK! Over break.

-.- So annoyed. No matter. Review! Then I won't accidentally forget about this story!