A/N: This is my first story on this site. I hope you enjoy it.

I DO NOT OWN HOUSE OF ANUBIS...wish I did. I do own Elaina and Bobbie!

Chapter One: Dark and Stormy Nights

Why do stories always start on a dark and stormy night? They are always starting like that, trying to be mysterious. Well it wasn't a 'dark and stormy night' when I met my…I dunno what to call Her. It was sunny, warm, and it was the middle of the day…and I was late.

Running down the road towards the school, the only thing on my mind was getting to History Class on time, for the first time this term. I sprinted up the stairs to the main doors and rushed in, bringing the warm summer air into the colder building. I ran through the hallways, or corridors as they say here, trying to find the classroom. No hope, I was late. I knew that because there wasn't a living soul in the corridor except me, at least that's what I thought.

I burst into the classroom. "Sorry Mr. Winkler! So sorry! Trudy asked me to wash the dishes and then I found this lady and I took her back to the home and—" I gushed.

"That's enough Elaina. I'm sure it won't happen again. Now if you would please sit down—"

From behind me, someone crashed into me. "Sorry Mr. Fleming! Mr. Sweet was talking to me about—Wait. Who the heck are you!" the girl demanded after picking herself up off the floor.

"I am Mr. Winkler. And who, might I ask, are you?"

"Bobbie Wilson," she answered. "I exchanged to America for last year."

"Well, why don't you two sit down and we can continue the lesson?" We both nodded and headed to the open seats. One by Nina and the other by Mara. I grabbed the one by Nina first.

(A/N: Nina, Elaina)

Nina slipped me the note and I unfolded it.

What happened?

Liv didn't drop me off soon enough. I answered, naming the third Martin daughter.

What were you doing with Liv?

We were visiting her grave.

Why didn't you just say that?

He wouldn't believe me. I mean skipping class to go visit graveyards isn't exactly really what a normal teenager thinks of as a reason to skip class…again.

True, but you still could try to stop lying to teachers.

And we both could work on paying attention in class.

She laughed and looked over at me. We looked exactly alike. Down to the last hair. Except I always wore my hair in a braid and she didn't. She was the older one. I had never been too thrilled about that.

"Miss Martin! Miss Martin!" called out Mr. Winkler. "Please give me the notes!" He thrust out his hand, demanding our secret note-passing. Nina paled.

"Yes, Mr. Winkler," she muttered and handed over the sheet of paper.

He slowly unfolded it. "What happened?" he began reading, but then he stopped. "Since you two seem to be the writers, come up to the front and perform this little note." He smiled slightly. We stared at the ground as we shuffled to the front. It reminded me of how I pictured people would walk to the gallows.

"Read," he commanded, shoving the paper in front of us.

"What happened?" asked Nina in a deadpan voice.

"NO," cut in Mr. Winkler. "Act it out."

"What happened?!" cried Nina, putting some emotion in her voice. The class laughed a bit.

"Liv didn't drop me off soon enough," I read, trying to sound like I cared. This met confused stares from the class and Jason Winkler.

"What were you doing with Liv?" Nina asked, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

I looked at the words on the page. It was so much easier to write them than to read them. Nina stared at it too.

"What is the matter, keep reading," Mr. Winkler encouraged.

I stared at him glaring. "We were visiting her grave," I said, grinding my teeth together to stop myself from crying.

"Why didn't you say that?" asked Nina.

"He wouldn't believe me. I mean skipping class to go visit graveyards isn't exactly really what a normal teenager thinks of as a reason to skip class…again," I muttered, making the class giggle.

"True, but you still could try to stop lying to teachers," Nina answered.

"And we both could work on paying attention in class," I grunted.

"Now, stay there and explain some things. Who is this Liv person? Who's grave? Why do you skip class to go to graveyards?" Mr. Winkler said, sitting down at a desk in the back.

Nina and I looked at each other. "You," she whispered to me.

"Liv is our older sister, Olivia Martin," I watched his face, and sure enough, his face paled visibly. "The grave is the grave of Miranda Coop. And we skip class to go to graveyards because we find that our research for our book is based on English graveyards," I lied.

"Yea, we both get really inspired by graveyards," added Nina.

"You must show me this book sometime," said Mr. Winkler.

"Oh, no, we couldn't do that," Nina began.

"It's really really rough," I added.

"And we haven't finished it," Nina said.

"We started it when we were eleven," I added.

"I see. Well, if you ever get finished with it, I would love to have a look," he said. "Sit down please."

"Why do I let you lie?" asked Nina when we got out of class.

"You told me to," I retorted.

Suddenly a hand grabbed both of our arms and pulled us onto the couch. We were faced with four very annoyed faces.

"What did you do this time Elaina?" asked the blonde.

"Amber, I didn't do anything! Honest! I literally went to the graveyard with Livy and came back! I even asked Trudy!" I cried.

"Really?" asked the brunette boy.

"Do I look like I'm lying, Fabian?" I asked.

"No, but you pull off a pretty good lying face," said the African-English (what Americans would call African-American, I dunno what the English term is).

I glared at him. "I promise you Alfie, I'm not lying!" I said.

Nina wrinkled her nose. "Elaina, did you…"

'Put the flowers on her grave?' she finished in my mind.

'Yup,' I answered in mind. 'Livy told me that you could go next Saturday. That's when she said she could get up here and take you.'

'Okay,' Nina said.

"Oi! You two! Could you please stop that! I mean it's freaky!" complained Amber. "You just stop talking and then the rest of us are left in the dark!"

"That's how life is sometimes," I said, before I felt myself fall into the past.

"Come on 'Laina! I wanna read a book!" cried a small girl with dirty blonde hair and pale green eyes that was sitting in my lap.

"Aggie! You can wait five minutes until Mark is done!" cried my mother from the bathroom.

"But I want the book now," Aggie muttered, frowning and crossing her arms.

"Aggie, you can wait. See I'll even play a game with you," said another girl who looked exactly like me, she was Nina.

"Story," she insisted.

"Aggie," I groaned. "Look I'll tell you a story, if you wait until Mark comes!"

"Okay!" She grinned happily.

"Once upon a time in a far off land lived a girl. She was as beautiful as the sun and moon put together. She always had a lot of work to do, but she did one thing to keep her mind off of her hard work," I said.

"She sang," whispered Nina from on the other side of Aggie.

"And one day she met a boy from the village. He loved her from the moment he saw her." I saw Mark come in the room, followed by Xander, my older brother and my older sister, Olivia. All of them had wavy blonde hair and green eyes. "And she never was heard from again."

"But why?" asked Aggie.

"Because Aggie that's how life is sometimes," I sighed.

"Elaina? Nina?" asked Patricia, shoving me in the side. "Are you alright?"

"Yea, you both passed out after Elaina said, 'That's how life is sometimes.' It was totally creepy," Amber said.

"Why did you pass out?" asked Fabian.

"We just—" I began.

"We are just so tired. It's nothing major. Elaina, do you need to use the loo?" asked Nina.

"Yea, want to come?" I asked.

"Sure. Be back in a jiffy," Nina called to the others as we walked a bit away from them. This was a conversation that we had to have with our mouths, not minds.

"Did you dream about…them?" she asked me quickly.

I nodded. "You did too?" I asked. She nodded. "What do you think it means?"

"I just hope it won't be a repeat," she said, and we walked back to the group.

"You didn't go to the bathroom," pointed out Alfie.

"So?" I asked.

"Just saying," Alfie defended, raising his arms in defeat.

"It's not your fault, I'm just snippy today," I admitted. "Just, can we not talk about this?"

By the end of the day, Nina and I had agreed that we needed to talk to Liv. At lunch we called her, to ask if she could come round for dinner or supper or whatever they call it here.

"Liv?" Nina asked.

"Yea Neens?" she answered.

"Could you drop by for dinner? We have some things to talk about."

"Sure little sis. I can. Martha was just great today and Alice promised me I could get off earlier today. I'll drop by at around five. That sound good?"

"Yup. Bye. Wish you."

"Wish you more," she whispered and hung up.

Let me explain. The three of us are really close. Like really. So ever since it happened we've always said, 'Wish you' to each other instead of the _ you line. We can't say that without memories. There are too many…way too many.