Hey Guys! So I haven't written anything in a while, but Season 2 of HoA has inspired me to get back to writing! I've been writing this story for a little while, so I have about 5 or 6 of the chapters already done, so the only thing that would prevent me from updating would be a lack of reviews which I'm sure (hopefully!) wont be a problem :)

**I've had this fic up for a week or two and saw that I wasn't getting the amount of readers I was hoping for. So I checked my story traffic and saw that Chapter 1 alone had over 100 visitors! But then the number dropped to about 30 for Chapter 2, so I figured I needed a MUCH stronger 1st Chapter! So this is my new edited version, hopefully it's a lot better than what it originally was!

And trust me, this is not some cliché, OOC story. It's going to be really good, trust me! It'll have a mystery, romance, and TONS of Drama.

I really hope you guys like it!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own House of Anubis, but I do own Melanie!

"Melanie!" I heard my mother cry from upstairs. I sighed and trudged up the stairs of our small house. There wasn't much too it, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a common room, a kitchen and dining room.

There was also an attic, but there was never anything up there. I highly suspected my mom even knew about it. It was one of the only places where I could just disappear and go to think.

The main reason of why I just absolutely loved the house though, was because it was located right on the beach. The beach was like my connection to the world. I couldn't explain it, but I always just felt so…involved when I was sitting in the sand watching the waves crash onto the shore.

I ran up my stairs to see what my mom wanted from me. I saw her in her suit for work, brushing the remaining knots out of her hair. She smiled at me.

My mother was very beautiful; long, dirty blonde hair that was somewhat a mix of waves and curls. A bright smile that could always light up anyone's day.

And then there were her eyes, I always heard people saying that my mother had the most beautiful blue-green eyes. And they happened to be the only thing I had inherited from her. Well, as far as appearance went. I also inherited her stubborn personality, and I was always told that we had that same look of determination whenever we worked at something.

Even though my mother was pretty, and many men did fancy her, I didn't have someone to call my dad. I obviously had a father, but I had no idea who he was or anything about him for that matter. I had a single picture of him and her mother from when they were in their teen years that I had found in her drawer once, but that was it. My mother said I inherited my looks and my brains from my dad, but other than that, she would mention nothing else about him.

"Yes mom?" I asked blowing a few strands of my long black hair out of my eyes.

"Do you have everything ready for tomorrow?" She asked me referring to our trip to England.

My mother had a business meeting at some special museum. She studied a lot of Ancient Egyptian artifacts and whatnot so they were going to London to see if they could donate a few of their artifacts for another new exhibition at my mother's museum. Mom wasn't too excited about going to England, we were going to be there for 3 weeks and she wanted to be out of there as soon as she could, but I didn't bother to ask why.

"Yes, everything's packed and in my room." I responded, I was excited about traveling, but I figured that spending the last three weeks before school starts in another country would be rather difficult.

"Good, now, I suggest you go off and give your friends a phone call before we leave, and I have a feeling you might want to stop by the beach?" I nodded "Go ahead, but don't you dare step foot in that water! It's freezing out there!"

I smiled and went to call my best friend (or only friend) Cassie McDonahue. She was upset I was leaving, but I made note that it wasn't forever and I would be returning in a matter of weeks.

"You better call me every day," Cassie said "Or I'm going to have to fly out there myself and beat you up."

"Don't worry, I'll be in touch with you whenever I can," I assured her."Besides, as soon as I get back, school will start up again and we'll get to see each other every day." I added

We said goodbye and I hung up before running outside and towards the entrance to the beach. I was so lucky we lived so close to it.

I wouldn't dare go into the water now. Besides my mother's simple yet threatening words and even though it was the start of August, we had just been hit by brutal storms and winds. Plus, it was chilly out this afternoon, and there wasn't a sight of the sun. It was sure to be freezing.

But the water looked so tempting.

I took off my shoes and left them on the side. The beach was deserted as far as I could tell which gave me a sense of peacefulness. I looked across the ocean, knowing I'd be traveling across it very soon. I smiled and looked behind me at the gate…I'm pretty sure my mom wouldn't see me if I took a quick step in…

I ran towards the water, as soon as my foot touch it, I felt the numbing cold and pulled back but then ran in against my reaction. I only went to about my knees since I was currently wearing shorts at the moment. I smiled and looked down into the clear water and saw my feet all covered in sand and shells. I hugged my arms around me and felt the world going peacefully silent around me…

Until I heard my mother shouting of course.

"Melanie Elizabeth Sarah Martin! What do you think you are doing in there?"

So I'm just 'assuming' you know who her mother is. But if you don't, it's a mystery you'll have to wait and see until the next time I update this.

So I'm hoping if you read this once and are now seeing it again, I hope you liked this chapter better! If not, I still suggest for you to read on and see what else is happening, or at least review to let me know how I can improve my writing!

Review Please!