In search of Quincy
This story is suitable for children who are 12 or older.

Amaya Pierce has never stopped believing that her missing brother, Quincy, is alive. Not even when the police told her otherwise or when she got in trouble for standing up to bullies who said he was gone for good.
Amaya Pierce has never stopped believing that her missing brother, Quincy, is alive. Not even when the police told her otherwise or when she got in trouble for standing up to bullies who said he was gone for good.

So, when she finds a ticking briefcase in his closet, containing a nomination for a summer tryout at the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs, she's certain the secretive organization holds the key to locating Quincy - if only she can wrap her head around the idea of magicians, fairies, aliens, and other supernatural creatures all being real.

Now she must compete for a spot against kids who've known about magic their whole lives. No matter how hard she tries, Amaya can't seem to escape their intense doubt and scrutiny - especially once her supernaturally enhanced talent is deemed "illegal".

With an evil magician threatening the supernatural world, and her own classmates thinking she's an enemy, Amaya has never felt more alone. But if she doesn't stick it out and pass the tryouts, she may never find out what happened to Quincy.

"I can't believe I'm finally here. This is the place where Quincy is!" Amaya said to herself.

But she couldn't enjoy it for long, as she was soon approached by a young man in a suit. "You must be Amaya Pierce," he said. "You need to come with me."

"No! I have to find Quincy!" She insisted, pulling out of his grip, and running off in the opposite direction.

She ran until her lungs burned and her legs ached, but she didn't stop until she reached the doors that lead into a huge building. There was a sign on the door that read 'Bureau of Supernatural Affairs'.

Amaya's heart skipped a beat as she opened the door and walked inside.

Amaya walked inside slowly, her heart beating loudly with anticipation. She walked through the beautiful lobby and looked up at the stained-glass ceiling, which glittered with light from the sun.

She walked up to the desk and asked to speak to someone that could help her find her brother.

"That would be me," said a woman who had appeared behind the desk. "My name is Ms. Mckinney."

"What is this place?" Amaya asked.

"This is the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs, and I am one of its agents." She said, then she added, "I am sorry for your loss."

Amaya's heart leaped in her throat at those words, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. "Please! I need to know where he is! I know he's still alive!"

Ms. Mckinney stepped out from behind her desk and walked over to Amaya, putting a hand on her shoulder gently. "It's all right," she said softly, "I'm here for you."

"Ms. Mckinney, can you please help me find my brother?" Amaya asked.

Ms. Mckinney took a deep breath and nodded. "I'll do everything I can." She said, looking determined.

"Thank you!" Amaya exclaimed as she ran into her arms and hugged her tightly.

"It's all right," Ms. Mckinney whispered soothingly, "Everything will be all right."

Amaya took a deep breath of the fresh air outside of the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs and looked around at the city.

She took off running, looking for a bus to take her home to her family, but she couldn't find any insight.

She stopped to take in the sights around her when she noticed a man walking towards her that looked like Quincy!

"Quincy!" She exclaimed joyfully as she ran towards him and wrapped him in a hug.

The man pushed Amaya away violently and demanded, "Who are you?"

"I'm Amaya Pierce," she said. "We're twins."

The man looked at her for a long time before he said, "I'm sorry, but you can't be my sister."

Amaya felt her heartbreak as she heard those words and felt the tears welling up in her eyes.

"No! I am your sister!" She yelled, pushing him away violently and walking away from him.

She ran until she was crying so hard, she couldn't see, when she finally stopped to catch her breath. She looked around for a place to sit down and noticed a bench not too far from where she was standing.

She walked over to it and sat down, resting her head on the seat. "I'm sorry, Quincy," she whispered, "I couldn't find you."
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