I don't own the 39 clues...boo hoo hoo for me! This is my first 39 clues fanfic, and I've only read the first 4 books! I don't know anything about Isabelle or Vikram, or Fiske or Vespers, or anything about Amy and Dan being Madrigal/Vespers! So don't ask! (The wiki will tell you anything! I mean, I try to find out what happens with Ian/Amy, and it splurts out everything! Jeez!) Ok, on with my story! Sorry for the extremely short chapters! Oh! And the whole Madrigal thing will be in my story...just fyi.

Chapter one: I'm an idiot for not realizing...

Amy's POV

My day started off horrifying. First off, I was woken up by a bucket of freezing cold ice-water being thrown on me.

"Amy! Get your butt outta bed! Time for school!" Nellie yelled from the kitchen. Shivering, I got up and got dressed. I ran down the stairs, and quickly grabbed a piece of toast off the table.

"Bye, Nellie," I said, running out the door, dragging Dan behind me. (Remember, I don't know about Fiske)

"But I didn't get to-" Dan broke off when he saw my glare.

"Ok, ok," he said, as we reached his school. He walked up the steps, then turned back and gave a small wave. We've changed since we won the clue hunt. Yeah, you heard me. We won! I ran up the steps to my high school, and was greeted by my friends Rennie, and Bea.

"Hey," Rennie said, falling into step beside me and Bea.

"Hi," I replied, and we went to our homeroom. Mr. Walker was writing on the board, and when the bell rang, let us read it. In big, block letters, it said:

Exchange Program. One student from a school in _ will come for the rest of the year.

What? Why was that such a big deal? Why was the place blank? Questions ran through my head.

"As you can see, we are hosting an exchange program. One student will go there," he gestured away from himself, "and one will come here," he pulled his hand back to his chest. Murmurs broke out around the room. Conversations about where this new student would come from.

"Alright, now, quiet down," Mr. Walker said, raising his voice. We quieted down. I raised my hand.

"Yes, Miss. Cahill?" the teacher called.

"Why is the place blanked?" I asked, for everyone whispering. Yes, I have overcome my stuttering.

"Ah, well, that, is classified. The student will be arriving tomorrow," he said and went on with his lesson.

Later, at lunch, I sat with Rennie. Bea had study hall, so she couldn't make it. We sat and talked about the new student. Would it be a guy or a girl? In our grade or not? We ended up talking all through lunch, and the rest of the day.

I got home to find Dan lounging on the couch, watching T.V. "Hey," I said, tossing my bag on a chair.

"Where's Nellie?" I asked.

"School," he replied, not taking his eyes from the T.V. I nodded to myself and started cooking some pasta. Once it was done, I called to Dan.

"Whattttttttt?" he whined.

"Supper," I said and put his plate down in front of him. He ate quickly and rushed back to the T.V. I sighed and went to do my homework.

The next day, I got to school, and walked to homeroom. Bea sat next to me on one side, and there was an empty seat on my left. Mr. Walker cleared his throat as the bell rang.

"Well, today we are getting our new student, so I'm guessing you want to know some things," Mr. Walker said and some students raised their hands.

"Annabeth?" he called and she asked

"Is the new student a girl or a boy?" Mr. Walker smirked

"He is a boy," all the girls squealed, except for Bea and me. I rolled my eyes and she snickered.

"We get it!" One of the guys in the class called out.

"Bea?" Mr. Walker asked, for she had put up her hand.

"Where is he from?" she asked, with real curiosity.

"He is from London, England-" he was cut off by girls squealing some more.

"What now?" another guy asked.

"English guys are way hotter than American guys," I heard one of the ditzy blondes say.

"Well, he comes from a wealthy family...and here he is now," Mr. Walker said. 20 heads swivelled towards the door. A guy around our age was standing there, with silky black hair and captivation amber eyes.

"Ian Kabra," I said/yelled, standing up immediately. He smirked and opened his mouth to talk...

Sorry, that's my failed attempt of a cliffy...forgive me and Review. Seriously, hit the little link that says 'Review this story' and I'll love you forever.