Okay, I have a very good reason for changing my name! I didn't want it to be for a single fandom. Because I'm probably going to have this account for a while and I don't want to be in high school with a name like Starlinglover. So yeah, I'm now HopelessAddictToWriting. Let me know what you think of my new name!

Well, sorry for the delay. Oh and I think I forgot to mention, this is Sinead and Hamilton's second year of high school. The story is taking place during the middle of the second semester and the reason Sinead and Hamilton are in the same year is because of their birthdays. All flashbacks are in italics. Again so sorry about the delay!

Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 clues.

On with da story!

Chapter 6

When I woke up on Monday morning, I still felt terrible. I hadn't been able to find or contact Hamilton all Sunday. And to make things better it was a school day. After I had gotten ready, I went through the normal bang on my brothers' door until they get up routine, but it was kind of awkward using my left hand instead of my right. After Ned finally got dressed and came downstairs, I dragged him to the car and had him drive me to school. I hate this whole broken wrist thing, I hate having to rely on other people for things. Luckily though I can still write, so school won't be a problem. And to add to my positive attitude the car ride was less than pleasant, Ned complained the whole time about having to get up early. As soon as we got to the school, I literally jumped out of the car and ran off to class. I was so going to be late. As soon as I grabbed my books out of my locker, I bolted off to class and ran into someone, literally. As soon as I saw who I'd bumped into my stomach started to churn, the demon that wears mini shirts. And guess what she happened to have been holding, a smoothie. And it had completely covered her, it was even in her hair. I'll be lucky if I get out of this alive.

"Eww! You got smoothie all over me!" She shrieks as I just sit there trying to think of a way to deal with this, I was so not going to hear the last of it. I stood up and realized with horror that she wasn't the only thing covered in smoothie, so were my books. I tried to clean them off while Charlotte stomped off muttering about how I was "so dead". Luckily I managed to save my science and english textbooks, but my math textbook was hopelessly smoothie-fied. And that was my first class! I got up and quickly scurried off to class to explain my predicament. Mr. Fields said it was fine, but I had to share a book, and luckily and unluckily Hamilton was the one who I had to share with. As Mr. Fields rambled about lord knows what I couldn't help but think about how big of a jerk I had been. Hamilton just kept his face expressionless the whole time. Then Mr. Fields realized that he had left the homework sheets in his car, and bolted off to get them giving me time to apologize.

"Hamilton, I just wanted to say…"

"What would a smart person like you want to say to a dolt?"

"Hamilton, please, I was just mad…"

"About what? That I blew you up even though I thought we were over that?"

"Hamilton…"

"Just leave me alone."

And with my luck, Mr. Fields chooses that moment to return. I try to keep my face free of all emotion during the rest of class, and try to keep my head completely clear. As my father said back when I was 13 in Ekaterina agent training, emotion is a sign of weakness and vulnerability.

"Dad! Jennifer, she was kidnapped by the Tomas!" A thirteen year old Sinead said as tears streamed down her face. She had been out training when Ted brought her the news.

"Quit crying, that's what the Tomas want, they want us to cry and to be emotional," replied her father.

"But she's my best friend! What if they do something to her?"

"Emotion is a sign of weakness and vulnerability, always remember that."

Sinead tried to keep back the emotion that memory evoked. It turned out the Tomas had done something to Jennifer; they had killed her and left her dead body on her parent's doorstep. Sinead would have gone to her funeral but her parents wouldn't let her, they said that that's what the Tomas wanted, for the Ekats to be busy mourning so they could strike. Ever since Sinead had tried to keep her feelings all to herself and away from anyone else. But the strange thing was, Hamilton had somehow managed to get her emotions to resurface. Then she realized she was smiling and quickly went back to listening to Mr. Fields. Well, more or less.

After class Sinead went straight to her next class, instead of lingering in the hall for the two minutes before class. Her English teacher had made a mistake in the homework handouts and Sinead wanted to correct it.

She was an Ekaterina after all.

Well, that wasn't my longest chapter, but I hope you liked it. I'm sorry for taking so long to update, and thanks to all of my guest reviewers! I can't PM you a thank you, so here is your thank you! Thanks! Oh and for all of my stories, unless I say otherwise, Sinead isn't a Vesper. Cause I started most of these before that ocurance and Sinead deserves some stories about who she was before the whole Vesper thing. I mean, almost all of my fellow Starling lovers said they hated her once they found out. In real life, not on FF. Plus, they won't even take into consideration the fact that she might be innocent.

Thanks for reading!

HopelessAddictToWriting