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I do no own House of Anubis nor the characters. I do own the plot.
Author's Note: Hello! I would like to present to the public my latest idea. I am still getting the hang of this author thing, but things are starting to go better. If you guys like this, leave me a comment and I'll know to keep going. I'll be uploading a chapter every Sunday, if all goes well. Enjoy!
The Light Will Guide Me Out
A Cinderella Fan Fiction with a Twist
Told in Nina's Point-of-View
Chapter 1
The chirping birds woke me up as I groaned. I rolled off the battered mattress and got to my feet. With my teeth brushed for sleep and spit, I fixed my dirty blonde/ light brown hair in to a fishtail braid. Dressing myself in tattered jeans, an old cameo cami, my mom's army jacket, and my filthy black converse, I looked at my alarm clock. Oh no! I'm late! I grabbed my messenger backpack and ran out of the tiny garden shed I call my room. I hurried to the garage my bike inhabited and pedaled quickly to school. I made it to school with thirty seconds to spare, enough time to park and chain my bike, get my books from my locker, and avoid my step sisters. I still ended up late to first hour, but my teacher, Mr. Winkler, understands why and is normally willing to let it slip. Not today. I got to class and I see the disappointment on his face.
Mr. Winkler: Miss Martin, in the future, I ask you to be prompt to my class. Please.
Nina: Sorry, Mr. Winkler.
I scurried to sit next to my friend, Amber, but Mr. Winkler himself stops me.
Mr. Winkler: Miss Martin, I want you to change your seat. Just for today. Would you mind sitting next to our new student, Fabian?
He motioned to the desk in front of him and I did the only thing I knew to do.
Nina: Of course, Mr. Winkler.
I took my stuff and seated myself next to an unfamiliar boy. We exchanged friendly glances and kind smiles.
Fabian: Hi, I'm Fabian Rutter.
Nina: Hi, Fabian. I'm Nina, Nina Martin.
W e looked away from each other and pay attention as we took roll. Once everything was going smoothly, Fabian shot a worried glance at me.
Fabian: Nina, can I ask you a question?
Nina: Sure, what is it, Fabian?
Fabian: Are those girls ever going to stop staring at me like that?
He pointed to Joy, who seemed to be admiring him, and Mara, who seemed to be analyzing him in a scientific manner, also known as my step sisters. Mara's not bad at all. In fact, she truly is a sister to me. Joy, on the other hand, is terrible. She's so cruel to me and everyone that stands in her path. She thinks high school is all about getting "x" number of boys and dumping "y" number of them. There's a cruel word out there for people like her and it's "slut".
Nina: Don't worry about it. Joy's just seeing if you're worth dating and Mara's just analyzing you as a person, probably using science.
Fabian: Um, worth dating? I don't-
Nina: Just beware Joy, the voracious boyfriend hunter. Single or taken, funny or serious, short or tall, skinny or fat, cute or handsome, she'll study you, rate you on a scale from 1-3, 1 being a no, 2 being a go ahead and date him, and a 3 being an absolute yes. So, watch out for Joy. Don't talk to her unless you want to be flirted with. You don't want to be the twenty something-th guy to date her this year.
Fabian: Wow, you seem to know a lot about this.
Nina: Well, when they're your step sisters, you kind of learn about them.
Fabian: Step sisters?
Nina: Ya, but I'd rather not bore you with my life story.
Fabian: No, now you have me interested. Tell me.
I bit my lip. Should I tell him? I just met him! Besides, I don't just tell anyone. If word gets out, I'm better off dying. I can't tell him. It's too much for him, no matter how much I feel like I should trust him. I mean, we met ten minutes ago. So, I shouldn't. I should. I- I- I will.
Fabian: Nina, you can tell me. I can keep a secret. I don't kiss and tell.
Nina: Well, oh, alright. But, just remember, you wanted to know. When I was about 6, my parents got a divorce. I went to live with my mom and my dad remarried some retched woman with two daughters my age. When my mom left to serve the army, I was 10, so she asked my dad to care for me while she went off to war. My dad decided to join the army when I was 11, but he died quickly and I got stuck with my step mother and sisters. The last time I heard from my mom was the holiday season when I was 12 when she sent me this jacket. She's probably dead by now, so here I am, 16 years old, parentless and stuck with a witch and her daughters. In general, it's a messed up version of Cinderella that no cares about. Can I borrow your pen?