Ok, I just got my first bad review. I'm not going to email you and 'bitch' about what you said. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I always say 'There are two sides to every story'. You chose to write to me about the bad side, and I respect that. However, I must remind you that nobody's perfect. On with the story.

Ben was taken into FBI custody. While they took him to their headquarters, Abigail contacted Ian via Riley's cell phone. After a lot of talking, they worked out a plan. Now Abigail, Riley and Ivy were waiting for Ian's comrades to pick them up.

"…so let me get this straight. Ian's going to help Ben escape from FBI custody. Then we're going to find the treasure, and Ian will go to jail?" Ivy said, just processing the information.

"Yes, that's the plan," Abigail said, "Now, I think we should figure out the clue. I recall it said 'Here at the Wall', spelled with two E's."

"Wait, wait," Riley said, putting up his hand as a stop signal, "There's something I want to figure out first."

Ivy swallowed hard. She knew what Riley was going to say.

"How is Ian, your uncle, the reason for you going to Prep School?"

Ivy crossed her arms. Riley was looking her right in the eye. For the first time, she noticed that his eyes had a brilliant blue color, almost like the sky…

Abigail stood beside him, "Well?"

Ivy blinked, "Well…ok. Fine. I'll explain."

She took a breath, and began, "I lived in New Jersey practically all my life. My parents, Elizabeth and John, were just like everyday mom and dad. They would read bedtime stories, play with their kids, that kind of stuff. Everything was fine until my sister Ashley graduated."

Abigail mused, "You have a sister?"

Ivy nodded, "Yeah, and a brother named Greg. They were a year apart. Anyway, I was about 13 when Ashley became a professor at NYU, and then Greg became a football coach for one of the best teams in the state. Mom and Dad were so proud. They brought them up in every conversation, bragged about them to all their neighbors. That kind of thing. So naturally, they expected me to be something like them."

Riley somehow knew where this was going. He had now come to know Ivy a little more.

"I wasn't exactly the kind of daughter they had hoped I would be. I liked to blast music in the middle of the night, play my guitar, write songs…and break rules. Mostly my curfew. My parents thought that maybe there was something wrong with me, and it was Ian who suggested that I go to Prep School."

"And your parents listened to him?" Abigail asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He was very persuasive, saying stuff like, 'She'll benefit from the experience,' and, 'Maybe she may end up like Ashley.' So, the very next day, they sent me."

"I hated that stupid school. I want to leave, but I didn't want to go to my parents' house. As far as I was concerned, it wasn't my home anymore. The night I left, I discovered information on Washington, D.C., and I escaped into the night. I've been on the run ever since."

Abigail shook her head. Riley's mouth hung open.

"So…uh…" Riley fiddled with his thumbs, "Is Ivy really your real name?"

Ivy bit her lip, "Not exactly. When I was little, the boys in my Grade 1 class were throwing rocks at all the girls. The sissy Barbie-doll ones just sat down and cried. I ran to a group of trees and picked some poison ivy. Victoriously I smeared it on their disgusting little faces."

"You were a violent little kid?" Riley said in sarcastic disbelief.

"Hey, I was just the only girl who fought back!" Ivy argued, "After that, all the guys would run around chanting, "Poison Ivy Girl, Poison Ivy Girl," until I threatened to do it again."

Riley lifted an eyebrow, "That's how you got the name Ivy?"

Ivy nodded, "Uh-huh. My real name is nothing like it."

"Well, what is it?"

"I'm not telling."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Just because!"

Riley leaned back a bit in his chair, "What, is it Annabelle or something?"

Ivy crossed her arms, "NO."

He smirked, "Right."

Ivy groaned, "Riley, you frickin'…uggh…fine. It's Liberty Christina, ok?"

Ivy closed her eyes and waited to hear him laugh at her. But he didn't.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of," Riley said surprisingly, "You do know that Liberty means, 'freedom'."

"Yeah, of course I do," Ivy snapped, "Most of the kids I grew up with thought it was dumb, and all the adults were like, 'Oh, isn't that SWEET!' It's a bunch a bull."

Riley scoffed, "Well if it helps, my grandmother wanted to name me Winston."

Ivy's grudge was broken when she burst out laughing.

"WINSTON?" Ivy said, tears streaming down her face, "You can't be serious…"

"Oh yeah," Riley said, sporting a small smile, "That was what it was going to be. Then my mom suggested Riley, and my dad liked it better. Whatever possessed my grandma to think of it, I'll never know."

Ivy was holding her stomach, "Just think…Winston Poole. Oh my god, that's friggin' hilarious."

Abigail said, "Sorry to interrupt your fun, but what about the clue?"

Riley tried to think, "The only thing involving 'Wall' I can think of is the Great Wall of China. Hey, Chinese food, that sounds really good right now!"

Ivy laughed at Riley. Normally she would say something mean. Then, out of nowhere, it hit her.

"Abigail!" Ivy exclaimed, "The original settlers were the Dutch. They built a wall to keep the British out. It was then called, 'Wall Street', and what is now Broadway, used to be 'Heere.'"

"It's at Wall Street and Broadway! Ivy, that's fantastic!" Abigail exclaimed.

Just then, a car pulled up. Shaw, who was in the driver's seat, shouted, "Get in!"

Abigail got in the passenger's seat. She wasn't completely afraid of Shaw anymore. Not when Ben's life was at stake.

Riley and Ivy got in the back. The car pulled away, and the three companions all sighed nervously. They didn't know where they were going. All they knew was that they had to save their friend.

Hmm, things seem to be changing for good 'ol Nerdpants and Avril Lavigne. Or are they? Haha, I can just hear them in my head yelling at me. Ouch, ok guys, not so violent! Geez.