Title: Moving On

Fandom: Jessie

Summary: Christina fires Jessie after a terrible fire and now the Ross kids must learn to adapt a new school with new friends in a new life.

A/N: Sorry for my terrible editing, there are probably a thousand mistakes in here. I'm also sorry that I have a horrible habit of rambling on, for future warning. I'm trying to write a big story and I need to work on little projects along the side so the writing will come easier to me, here's a little project I've been wanting to do for a while. I was looking at the Jessie Wikia and since Christina is 32 and Emma is 15 that means Christina would've had her when she only 17! Should I incorporate that into this story? I think that would be fun to write. Anyway, enjoy my little project!

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Chapter One

"What do you mean I didn't make the squad?" Emma shrieked to her mother Christina. In her hand she held a pink iPhone with the names of the girls who made her school cheerleading squad. Emma's name was not on the list.

"I'm sorry sweetheart but I guess they just didn't think you had what it took," Christina tried to calm her daughter without creating even more of a problem. Ever since Christina and Morgan had fired they very irresponsible and selfish nanny, Jessie, the kids had been acting up. They didn't regret their decision nonetheless. Their children were much safer and better taken care of without the teenager in their lives. Slowly, they would come to understand that just because Jessie was fun, she only put their lives in danger and was a terrible nanny for them.

Christina had chosen to, instead of hiring a new nanny, take a break from work and come take care of her children herself. She was thrilled to spend so much time with her kids but was devastated to see some of the bad habits Jessie had allowed to create as her time as a nanny. Christina was on a mission to save her family.

"But I thought all cheerleading was about was looking pretty," Emma whined. Christina winced at the rather bratty tone her daughter was sending her. Was Emma always like this? Christina thought she had over come this phase long ago.

"Emma there's more to cheerleading than meets the eye. You know, I was a cheerleader when I was your age," Christina said trying to lighten the mood, again failing to hear her own words.

"That's all the more reason for me to be a cheerleader! I would look so cute in a cheerleader outfit and maybe Brad Edick would finally notice me," Emma said defeated, taking a seat next to her mother on the living room couch.

"So this is about a boy then? Emma you are far too young to be dating yet," Christina said as their new butler, Anthony, walked in with two warm hot chocolates. Christina was thrilled with how hard working and kind their new butler was. Not only had she fired a nanny, but she fired the old butler as well. Anthony was much nicer to the children and managed to actually do his job. Christina was happy to be yet another step closer to fixing their lives.

"No, well it kind of it but I still don't get why I didn't make the team. I mean, cheerleading isn't hard, Mollie Martin does it!" Emma whined taking a big chug of her hot chocolate. She choked on it enough to squirm but managed to keep the drink down.

"Emma, life doesn't come easy. You have to work for things and, from what I saw at tryouts, Mollie Martin works very hard at what she does. That's why it looks easy, because they work hard," Christina tried to explain without getting frustrated at her oldest child's antics.

"I don't get it; if they work hard wouldn't it look hard?" Emma questioned confusedly.

"You'd think. But you see, when someone works hard they make it look easy because they're so good. If you really want to make the squad, I can help you," Christina offered, making Emma smile. "I am going to warn you though, you go to a very good private school in the Upper East Side of New York City, this team is not just a small town cheerleading squad, and it's hard. They compete and have won over fifteen school championships; seven of those were back to back. You're going to have to work for this but if it's what you really want, I'll be happy to help."

"How hard would it be?" Emma asked hopefully.

"Almost as hard an All-Star cheerleading program would be which will take a lot of work. You'll need to get in better shape, which is one of the goals I have for everyone in this family. You will also have to take some private lessons from my friend to learn basic tumbling. I can teach you the rest," Christina suggested.

"That much goes into cheerleading?" Emma asked astonished.

"Yes Emma, at your school it really does. Some of these girls have been cheering since they were very young so you have a lot to catch up on. It won't be easy, but it's certainly not impossible."

"Thanks Mom, I'm so glad to have you home. Jessie couldn't never helped me with this like you can," Emma said bear hugging her mother. Christina's face brightened at her daughter's touch. The feeling of joy in the pit of stomach from knowing her daughter was happy to have her home sent chills through her spine.

"I'm glad I could help, now go wash up because dinner is in a few minutes," Christina explained. Emma nodded and made her way to her room as she was told. Christina stood up and took both empty hot chocolate mugs off the coffee table and carried them into the kitchen. She set them both in the sink and let the water run overtop of them.

"Miss Ross, please if you clean up after yourself what am I even here for?" Anthony asked turning the faucet off.

"Your job is to keep our house looked after and make sure things are in order, not to wait on my hand and foot," Christina argued but took a seat at the set table.

"Miss Ross, though your point is valid I chose to disagree with you," Anthony stated turning the running water back on as he began to wash the mug himself.

"Anthony?"

"Yes Miss Ross?"

"Do you think I'm doing alright with the children? I mean, their whole worlds have just gotten flipped upside down and I just want them to be safe and happy," Christina said sorrowfully resting her head in her hands.

"Miss Ross, children aren't mature enough to realize what's good for them and what's not. Your last nanny was a child herself and was going through the same problems. She tried too much to be a friend to these children and not their caretaker; did you not see where they ended up? Christina she burned your home on fire. You had to move because your previous nanny wasn't doing her job. You are what these children need," Anthony explained.

"I know I need to be their mother, but they seem miserable. How do you look your children in the eyes and tell them that you fired everyone who looked after them for the past two years?" Christina asked miserably.

"How did you look your children in the eyes and tell them that their nanny and her irresponsibility was the reason their home and everything they've ever known was burned to ashes?" Anthony retorted. Christina let out a sigh.

"I guess your right. It just crushes me to see them so upset. My kids' lives went from Manhattan to the Upper East Side. They didn't want to move, they left their friends, their home, their whole lives to come her so I could help them. They can't even understand it because they're all still so young and naive.

"Miss Ross, if I may add, life will be okay and thanks to you your children are safe and out harms way. You have done nothing but right since your arrival back into their lives. You're doing everything right," Anthony finished and turned off the water as he set the two mugs into the dishwasher for later that night. "I'm going to go vacuum the living room." Anthony left the room and Christina looked around and listened to her new life. The children were all coming in for dinner. Christina watched their smiling faces. She promised herself she would do everything in her power to keep her children smiling and safe and happy. Christina was going to let nothing get in the way of her helping her children.

"Mom," whined Zuri. Christina blinked out of her gaze and smiled at her younger daughter. Zuri was motioning towards the potatoes. The bony girl looked to be out of patience so Christina quickly picked up the ceramic bowl of mashed potatoes and passed it to the child.

"How was your day today?" Christina asked her four children hopefully.

"Exactly how it is everyday," Zuri groaned tossing a large scoop of mashed potatoes into her plate.

"Zuri I promise you that you will make some friends just give it a little time," Christina tried feeling heartbroken that after almost a month her little Zuri was yet to make even one friend. Christina knew that Zuri could comes a little sassy and slightly bratty but she also knew that underneath that layer was an amazing girl who would be a loyal and great friend if you just let her in.

"These kids are tough Mommy. The all have Prada and Fendi and all these other names I've never even heard. I'm nine years old, you're lucky if I can read a chapter book let alone own this stuff," Zuri cried grabbing two rolls and a big chunk out of the butter and placing them both on her plate.

"I thought I was fashionable. The girls who live in the buildings around us are like runway models everyday," Emma added disappointedly.

"How about I take both you girls shopping this weekend, would that make things a little better?" Christina offered.

"Where's the beauty is on the inside speech Mom, you always have one?" Ravi questioned sticking a big bite of ham and peas into his mouth.

"I would try it Ravi but these girls wouldn't listen to me anyway," Christina said, her and Ravi chuckled at the comment. Emma only rolled her eyes in response.

"Thanks Mom," Emma replied as the laughter died down.

"Yea thanks Mommy," Zuri added.

"It's my pleasure. Luke care to add to the conversation?" Christina asked her older son. She had been trying to get him to talk to her, without yelling, since they moved. Luke had been having the most trouble with this move out of all the children. He went from her happy, dancing, joking son to a shell of a boy she once knew. The only times he would talk to anyone was yelling or slamming a door in their faces. It broke Christina's heart more every time it happened.

Luke looked up at her with the glare that was normally glued on his face forcing another spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. He had his normal pair of earbuds in his ears and continued to shut his family further out.

"Sweetheart can you please take the headphones out. We're trying to have a nice family dinner," Christina asked as politely as she could. Luke furthered his frown as he physically yanked the earbuds out of his ears. Christina began to smile but immediately stopped when the boy pushed his chair out and stormed out of the room. Christina took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. Her son hated her. Her son hated everything that was happening around him. There was nothing she could do about her son's misery. She tried everything in her power to help the poor kid. She tried kindness, bribery, and even trying to schedule a weekend getaway for just Luke and Morgan; Luke had locked himself in his room and refused to go anywhere with his parents. Christina has cried that whole night long.

Christina felt a hand on her own and looked beside her to see Emma giving her a sympathetic look. Christina smiled at her daughter. The room was a deadly quiet as they finished their dinner. Tomorrow was the first day of school so everyone was in bed early. Christina went from door to door each night saying goodnight.

First she came upon little Zuri's room. The nine year old was dead asleep on her bed. She had about a thousand stuffed animals around her and had at least twelve pillows behind her head. The young girl looked extremely sweet and happy as she slept. Zuri could always make Christina smile, even on her darkest of days. So could all Christina's kid really. Christina silently turned Zuri's light off and shut the door closed.

Next was Ravi's room. It still made Christina sad to look in and not see a lizard; she knew how hard it was for Ravi. A very small part of her was happy to not have the slimy animal in her house anymore but she would never mention that part to Ravi, it would crush him. Ravi had a flashlight in his left hand and a flashlight in his right. He was under his covers but Christina could still obviously see him. Christina smiled as she closed his door and moved on to the next.

She was slower to open Luke's door. She was expecting to see a pouting Luke sitting up in bed with his earbuds in but she was delighted to see he was asleep already. Luke had been trouble getting to sleep because he would stay up so late listening to music. Christina just hoped that Luke or any of her other children would have sleep without nightmares. It seemed as though a new nightmare of the fire happened each night to another child. It worried Christina very much. She softly turned out the light and closed his door.

Last was Emma's room. Emma had color palettes and furniture magazines all over her room. She had only a hamper, mattresses sitting on the floor, and a few small accessories. The girl just had to make sure she got the perfect room because she knew she wouldn't get a chance to completely redesign her room again like this. Emma was asleep with some magazine across her chest and paint samples surrounding her body. Christina chuckled silently before cautiously turning out the light and shutting her last child's door.

They were all asleep. For that moment life was okay and nothing in the world could hurt them. Tomorrow they would attend their first day at a new school. Christina prayed that Zuri would make a friend, that Ravi would be able to fit in, that Luke would be happy again, and that Emma would be okay. Christina went to bed with high hopes. Little did she know that school would not come easy for her children.

A/N: Was this even okay? A little okay? Terrible? Sorry for all the Jessie and Berchum lovers but I hate those two characters. This story is going to have a small handful of OC's but not an overwhelming about, don't worry. I'm also writing this one chapter at a time so I don't know where this is going to go yet. I hope you like my little twist and if you have any suggestions or thoughts please tell me, review, pm, whatever floats your boat. Again, sorry that I rample :)