Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 Clues.

lalagirl39: bored! on a plane to London.

ThEchef91: London? bored? how so?

lalagirl39: been there, not to mention some bad memories…

Thechef91: including a boy who lives there, maybe? ;)

lalagirl39: whatever. london's huge, I'm not going to see him…hopefully.

ThEchef91: i've g2g, big dinner party 2nite

lalagirl39: k, bye

ThEchef91: l8r girl

I turned off my phone and looked out the window. White fluffy clouds surrounded us. I picked up my battered up copy of Jane Eyre and tried to read, but I couldn't concentrate.

Old memories of Dan, Nellie, and me flooded by…me always being squished between them, Nellie turning up the music too much…Dan spraying me with salt 'n vinegar Lays…good times.

I also recall a memory when a certain boy and girl pretended to be Dan and me and took our plain tickets. Stupid jerks. They still are stupid jerks. I remember on the opening night of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part II when all the famous Hollywood stars and singers and their friends went to that huge theater in New York and watched it. Nellie and I went together, because Taylor wasn't that into Harry Potter (I don't know why, either).

As we walked down the red carpet, who do we run into? The gorgeous Natalie Kabra. She looked stunning in a long, red spaghetti strap dress. When she saw us, she simpered- I didn't even realize people could actually simper until then.

"Oh my goodness! Amy Cahill and Nellie…ah…Nellie! What a delightful surprise! Amy, Nellie and I are very good friends," she said to the press. A lady- by the looks of it, a journalist- in the midst of the crowd asked, "Miss Kabra, from what we've heard, I thought that you and Miss Cahill were sworn enemies?"

Natalie tilted her head, faked a surprised look, and said, "What sources have you been hearing from? Of course, during the Clues Hunt, Amy and I had to be enemies- I mean, we both wanted to win! But after the hunt, Amy and I became the best of friends and talked all the time! I helped her to become what she is today- a celebrated singer with wonderful taste in clothes!"

I was about to say something smart like, Shut up, Natalie, but before I could, Natalie just stood closer to me for a picture and said between her teeth, "Stopped stuttering enough to sing, huh? Too bad you don't sing well." That made me forget all about telling the press Natalie had lied, but before I could step on her foot with my high heel, she glided away. Loser. Jerk. Idiot.

I don't think Natalie will ever change…but I'm going way off topic.

Ian Kabra. To other girls, that name meant handsome, smart, funny, gorgeous, hot, strong, smooth, and just plain amazing. To me, that name meant ruthless, handsome, evil, gorgeous, stupid, hot, deceiving, strong, vile, cruel, power-hungry…I could go on for days. But I'm not going to waste my time thinking about him- even though that's all I do anyways. I'm going to try to enjoy London- hey, there might be some other attractive British guys, right?

And then I remember his piercing, amber eyes, and totally forget what I was talking about.

I heard the flight attendant announce that we where landing. I leaned back into my seat and tried to relax. Honestly, what could possibly go wrong?

Ironic how every time someone says, "what could possibly go wrong?" something always has to go wrong.

I got off the plane quickly- time for the avoid-getting-mobbed-by-people-drill that always ensued after traveling. Paul, my body guard-person-thing, led me through the crowd of fans outside. I told him I needed to go to the bathroom, and he cleared the restroom of people and let me go in.

I changed into a mini jean skirt and a black t-shirt. I put on a blue hooded sweatshirt and smoothed my hair. Then I stepped back outside, and Paul led me through the crowds once again. Once we were outside, I felt the cool November wind run through my hair. It felt exhilarating, awakening. I had been to London before- the 39 clues was an unforgettable experience- but this time I wasn't concentrating on not getting killed. As I got into the limo, I felt…well, alive!

When the limo stopped, I realized I didn't know where I was staying. We stopped in front of a long path that led to the biggest mansion I had ever seen.

It was about ten times the size of the White House, and a million times more gorgeous. The grounds were covered in flowers of all kinds, and tall trees danced in the gentle breeze. From the distance, I could see five figures on the steps. Two were sitting on the steps, two were standing behind them and talking, and one was leaning on a pillar a little away from the others. I couldn't quite make out who they were. I walked down the pathway, admiring the colorful flowers and ponds scattered about. I was feet away from the front step when I stopped short. I was shocked. I was amazed. I felt like I was 14 again, a stuttering, heart broken, kid. The tall figure leaning on the pillar looked at me, slightly smirking.

It was Alistair Oh.

Just kidding. It had to be Ian Kabra, didn't it?