"…Great."

"Brilliant."

We sighed as we were dropped off by the cab driver in front of an old, dusty and large looking building.

Anubis House

The yellowing sign read.

We looked at each other at the same time and raised our eyebrows.

"Maybe we should go hide in the forest." Harry suggested.

"Yeah, this place is giving me the creeps already." I replied, and shuddered for effect.

Harry heaved a heavy sigh and grabbed the handles of his two very large suitcases, with myself doing the same, and we brought them to the large door of Anubis House.

"Maybe we should pretend to be Spanish exchange students." I smirked.

"That would be funny." Harry replied, scratching the back of his neck.

"But they might think we are actually from Spain." I added as an afterthought. It was true. Me and Harry both spoke fluent Spanish, French, German, Italian, Greek, Russian, Portuguese, and some Mandarin. Oh, and of course, English.

"Ugh." I pulled a face as I lifted the black polished and rusty knocker. A bubbly looking woman opened the door, and her face brightened as she saw us tall twins standing on the front step.

"You must be the Reagans!" She exclaimed.

Harry nodded a bit awkwardly.

"Come in! Come in!" She chattered, and closed the door behind us as we wondered in.

The room we walked into was fairly big, with an oak staircase to the right with a hallway ahead, and with a door to the left, which must be to the front room.

"Your housemates are dying to meet you!" The woman shrieked enthusiastically. "I'm Trudy, your housemother." She added.

"Housemother?" I enquired, a bit confused.

"I look after you all!" Trudy answered.

"What a job…" Harry mumbled, looking to the side. Apparently Trudy didn't hear, as she led Harry and me into the front room, where we found ourselves facing a number of tired-looking adolescents.

"Everybody, these are your new housemates, Kayla and Harry!" Trudy told the teenagers.

"Hey." Everybody chorused rather grimly.

"Hola." Harry spoke.

I did an awkward little snort that earned a few strange looks from my new housemates.

"Are you Spanish then?" A dark haired girl asked us.

"Si. Vivimos en Espana, no hablamos ingles."

"What?" A darker skinned boy asked.

"We-no-speak-English." Harry pretended to stutter. I had to disguise my laughter by coughing.

"Oh."

Trudy looked thoroughly confused in the doorway, but when Harry winked at her she caught on.

"Yes, Harry and Kayla are from Malaga in Spain, and came here on an exchange programme." Trudy lied to the teens. "So you lot are going to have to help them with learning English." She finished, smiling at her accomplishment.

"Alright." A nerdy looking boy replied. "Does anyone here take Spanish?" He asked the teens around him. Everybody shook their heads.

"My… name… is… Fabian." The boy told us, exaggerating his gestures. Me and Harry smirked, and looked at each other. This was going to be fun.

" Hola Fabian! Me llamo Harry, se llama Kayla. Estamos aquí con beca, y so muy agradable conocerte todos. Inglaterra esta muy fria, y el vuelo agui era muy largo, yo y mi Hermana esta muy cansados. ¿Puede mostrar nosotros a nuestras habitaciones por favour, si no es mucha molestia?" Harry spoke very fluently and very quickly. I translated this in my head as Harry was talking.

"Hello Fabian! My name is Harry, and her name is Kayla. We are here on scholarship, and it is very nice to meet you all. England is very cold, and the flight here was very long, and me and my sister are very tired. Can you show us to our room, if it isn't too much trouble?"

"Um…"

"Uh…"

"What did he say?"

The teens were thoroughly confused after Harry had spoken. Trudy could just about hold back her smile, and Harry looked mighty pleased with himself. I then decided to test my own linguistic skills.

"Lo siento mi hermano, creo que ha olvidado que usted no puede entender que nos. su muy divertido en realidad, como nos podemos insultar y costumbre incluso saberlo." I told the teenagers.

Harry also smirked at my remarks as he translated it in his head.

"Sorry about my brother, he seems to have forgotten that you can't understand us. It's very funny actually, as we can insult you and you won't even know it."

Again, the adolescents were silent as they tried to pick out any words they recognised.

"I think she said something about a brother…" A tanned girl with dark hair deduced.

All the while when the group of teenagers were arguing, a very tall boy with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair was looking very intently at me and Harry. I think he was sensed something about us, and my suspicions were correct.

"No eres espanol." He spoke plainly. Well, he had learnt some Spanish online when he went for a short holiday to the Canary Islands.

"Si." I answered, and sneaked a wink at him.

"Me llamo Jerome." Jerome told me and Harry.

Me and Harry nodded.

"What did you say, Jerome?" A blonde boy with a thick American accent asked him.

"Just told them my name."

"You speak Spanish?"

"Not really."

"Did you catch anything they said?"

"Something about England being cold… need to be shown to their rooms… blah blah blah." Jerome explained.

"Really?"

"I think so."

"I thought she said something about a pineapple." The blonde girl smiled.

With this comment Jerome, I and Harry promptly burst into fits of laughter.

"What's so funny? I thought they couldn't understand English." Fabian pompously motioned towards the twins. Me and Harry looked at each other, and then at Jerome.

"They're not actually Spanish." Jerome laughed, much to the stunned looks of his friends.

"They're not…"

"They lied!"

"Yeah, we're not Spanish. We're British, but we live in New York." Harry explained through laughs.

"We thought it would be funny if we messed with you." I giggled.

"It's so not funny!" Fabian shouted, embarrassed after the way he explained his name to people he thought were Spanish and who actually weren't.

"Ugh!"

"I can't believe it!" Many of the girls complained. But the darker skinned boy was also laughing.

"Well played." He told me and Harry and clapped slowly in exaggeration. Most of the teenagers were annoyed with the way we had played them, and it looked like they weren't forgiving us anytime soon.

"I'm Alfie; a fellow prankster." The boy told us.

"Good to know." Harry extended his hand and Alfie shook it.

"You're really tall." The blonde girl examined, who was now brushing her hair with a bejewelled hairbrush. She seems a little ditzy to me.

"Uh, I know." Harry awkwardly smiled. He was around the same height as Jerome, and I'm only three inches shorter than him.

"So are you." The blonde girl pointed to me.

"Yeah." I replied.

"I'm Amber." She told us.

"Nice to meet you." I lied. Truthfully, I just want to go home. I don't want to spend a whole year here stuck inside with some snooty rich kids.

"Alright then, Kayla, you will be rooming with Nina and Patricia. Harry, you will be rooming with Jerome and Alfie." Trudy told us, and then rushed to the kitchen.

"Is that the school uniform?" I asked everyone.

"Um, yeah."

"Shit." I muttered. A few girls gasped. "What?"

"Nothing. But… don't you like the uniform?" Amber asked.

I was about to reply when Harry butted in.

"No, no she doesn't. I mean skirts? She hates them. The last time I saw her in a skirt was in first school." Harry explained. I laughed at Harry's honesty.

"This is going to be a great year." I said sarcastically through gritted teeth.

"Nina and Jerome, why don't you show Kayla and Harry to their new rooms." Trudy piped up from the kitchen.

"Okay." A girl who must be Nina stood up. She took one of my suitcases and almost immediately dropped it. "Oh my god! That's so heavy!" She exclaimed in an American accent. I frowned and picked it up easily. "Oh…" She murmured. I then picked up my other suitcase, which was even heavier, and gestured for Nina to show me where to go.

Jerome then picked up one of Harry's cases (with some difficulty) and led Harry to the staircase outside. Nina tried to make conversation while me, Jerome and Harry were struggling slightly with our cases.

"So, you live in New York?" She asked.

"Yep." I huffed.

"Is it nice there?"

"414 homicides last year. Which is the lowest for more than four decades." Harry sighed, banging his foot on the corner of a step.

"Lovely." Jerome laughed.

Harry and Jerome reached their room, and when they opened the door I could see that the floor was covered in dirty laundry and numerous other items. Harry was going to fit in nicely. After some more heaving of suitcases me and Nina reached her room. One corner was full of average teenage girl stuff (which I reckon is Nina's part of the room), and another was rather gothic, which I guessed was Patricia's part of the room. My space was plain and empty, and I made a mental note to myself to try and fit as many of my posters as I could on the wall.

"Nice." I truthfully told Nina.

"Good. I'll leave you to unpack." She beamed, and left the room.

I wandered over to my bed, examining the walls and possessions left on desks by the other girls. On Nina's side I could see a few pictured of herself and Fabian, so they must be an item. On Patricia's side there was a picture of herself and that American guy, so they must be an item too.

Great.

All the housemates are dating each other.

This is going to be some year.