Amy

"This is the model of the Lockheed Model 10 Electra," the tour guide explained, running a hand through her blond curls.

My eyes followed the tour guide's gaze. In front of me was the same aircraft in which Amelia Earhart disappeared on 1937. Well, not the real one, it is a model at least two times smaller. But still, it is a bit of my role model's history, and I cherish everything I can learn about Amelia. I know that since she's a Madrigal and I am too, I should know everything about her. But little is known of Madrigals, only what it is already written down in history, for reasons that we all know already.

"I'm sure that a parachute and a lot of suitcases would fit there," Carol Rennalds, my seven-month best friend, whispered next to me.

I looked at her, puzzled, "What?"

She raised one of her perfectly arched eyebrows, "You know, my theory of Amelia parachuting off the plane on purpose, landing on an island, and start living there?"

I shook my head, turning to look at the aircraft once more. Carol is what you could call a real class clown. I mean, she likes to laugh at everything, crack jokes in class, and embarrass weaker people…including me. Which makes me wonder why she is my best friend in the first place.

It all started like this; when I started high school, I found out that the school's library had a collection of all Shakespeare's works. So the same day I returned from the hunt, I headed over to the library and immediately started reading Romeo and Juliet. And there I found Carol. She was sitting down on the floor, her eyes glued on a Midsummer's Night Dream. When she noticed my presence, she had smiled sweetly at me, and told me that she was new at school. Later, I found out that she also liked reading books, and I befriended her quickly, never suspecting that the next week she would crack a joke about my shyness and embarrass me. But she was one of the only people I could talk to without having my cheeks turn red or stammer (something that I hadn't really done since the clue hunt), so I had to forgive her after she did that.

"Do you think they'll ever find something that will reveal what really happened to her?" I asked Carol.

Carol smirked, "Sure, when your cheeks stop turning red whenever someone looks at you."

She said it loud enough for the students around us to hear, and soon there was scattered snickering around us. I immediately reddened, and glanced at Carol, who shrugged innocently.

See what I mean?

If it were any other occasion, I would've walked over to the teacher, and stayed glued to her side to avoid any other jokes about my blushing habit. But since we where at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum I started to marvel at the sights around me, ignoring the mocking stares of everybody around me. That's right, the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. This is a dream come true for me. And tomorrow, we are heading over to the Smithsonian American Art Museum, our last stop in the Smithsonian museums. This is even better than a giant library filled with books of my interest.

"Ok, Boston High students, we are near a bathroom, if you wish to go, I'll guide the way," the tour guide said, interrupting my marveling.

Is she kidding me? Why would I stop to go to the bathroom when there are still miles of the museum to observe? But of course, I am the only one that thinks like that, since almost all the students left, including Carol. The only ones who stayed were Landon Campbell, the teacher's pet, and Mrs. Lloyds, my favorite teacher and the one who is responsible for this field trip.

Landon smiled at me, "Not going Amy?"

I shook my head and quickly looked away. Besides the fact that I am also shy around Landon, I wanted to resist the urge of spatting something mean at him in front of Mrs. Lloyds. He can be the teacher's pet, but he is even worse than David Shay, the school's bully. Or well, at least for me, since any other student would just stand up to Landon.

I started to walk towards one of the exhibits that had caught my attention earlier just to avoid being near him.

"Don't wander far, Amy!" Mrs. Lloyds called out as I started walking towards the Apollo 11.

"Yes, Mrs. Lloyds," I replied politely, glancing back from my shoulder.

I saw that Landon was still looking me with a mischievous smirk, so I walked faster until I reached the Apollo 11. When I stopped, I looked back, just to find Mrs. Lloyds laughing loudly at one of Landon's joke. I realized that I had walked even farther than I had planned to, but I didn't give it much thought. Normally, I would've been worried that I would get in trouble for disobeying the teacher, but I really didn't want to hear Landon's voice at this moment.

Touching the glass of the exhibit, I started to walk towards another model.

A small chuckle startled me, making me jump. When I realized that it was just a toddler playing with his mother's fingers, I relaxed. Even with all the amazing models in front of me, I couldn't ignore the weird feeling I had been having all day long. Have you ever felt as if someone was looking at you and studying every step you took? That's exactly how I felt. And there were other signs, too, that worried me…I had seen three men dressed exactly the same, with blue polos and beige trousers, looking at me while pretending to see brochures. After you spend a few weeks trying to escape from willing-to-kill relatives and almost stalkers, you kind of develop a sixth spy sense. And after you're attacked by Vespers in a bank, you become paranoid.

Could these men be Vespers?

All of a sudden, I heard a shuffling noise behind me. I stopped, and discretely turned my head around. There was nothing, but I still couldn't get the feeling that someone was watching me. And it wasn't in a good way.

But before I could give it any thought, my whole vision went black, and a hand covered my mouth. I started to struggle, but then I felt a small pinch on my arm, making me feel weak.

What happened next was hard to remember. It was as if I was sleepwalking. I remember being dragged out of the museum, pulled through the parking lot, being pushed inside a vehicle, and then...nothing really. However, I was jolted right awake when the blindfold was removed from my eyes.

I was still kind of dizzy, but I could still tell that we were far away from the Smithsonian, thanks to the sight outside the window. How long had it been since I had left the museum?

"Oh, good, you're awake."

I looked away from the window, and followed the voice. That's when I realized that I was on a limousine, and I couldn't help but gasp loudly when I realized who was in front of me.

First of all, I want to apologize if Amy is OOC. I am not sure if she is, but if you notice it, please review telling me, because I don't really like my characters being OOC *chuckles*. Anyways, this is just an intro, and I have already kind of developed the plot of this in my head, so if I get enough reviews telling me to continue, I will. Also, if you spot any grammar mistakes, feel free to point them out, since grammar isn't really my strongest point. I hope you like this, and…review telling me what you think! :D