"Got a secret? Can you keep it? Swear this one you'll save? Better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to the grave. If I show you then I know you won't tell what I've said. 'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead."

-The Pierces, Secrets

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis.
Pre A/N: This will be based very roughly off some of the aspects of the ABC Family series Pretty Little Liars. I know there has been a hundred different HOA and PLL stories but this has a Pieface twist. It will not follow the plotline at all. Oh, and this is the intro! I will not update this again until I finish Experience!

When Joy Mercer was killed, so many people were suspected to be her murderer.

Joy was very popular. She was what people would call, The Queen Bee. She set all the fashion trends, she gave the nerds embarrassing nicknames, and of course every guy was after her.

All except the very guy she was after herself.

Fabian Rutter. He was the shy kid. He had no father and he spent most of his time with his friend Eddie Miller-Sweet or on his porch fixing his motorcycle. Eddie taught him to be wild, everyone knows that, but his shyness was brought on by his dad. Or lack of one, that is.

Joy was completely infatuated with Fabian. His shy, almost mysterious personality was the equivalent of a bad boy to Joy and she had to have him. But Fabian rebuffed her every time. Like clockwork, Joy would ask him out, he would say no, and go back to fixing his motorcycle parts without so much as a second syllable.

Joy's friends? Well, every Queen Bee has worker bees.

Patricia Williamson is a punk girl with attitude. She originally had eyes for Fabian, but she knew what Joy wants, Joy gets and never pursued him. Not that he would have agreed to date her anyway. He doesn't let just anyone into his life. So, she settled for Jerome Clarke. Enough of a prankster to keep her on her toes. And on her last nerve on some days.

Amber Millington was girly. She is the definition of preppy. Her thousand watt smile and bright blue eyes made her beautiful, but her friendship with Joy made her popular. But Amber didn't care. Popularity in high school saved you from exile. Especially when it was Joy who ran that high school.

Mara Jaffray would have never had made it into Joy's tight knit group that formed just before high school if it wasn't for her all-star boyfriend, Mick Campbell. But Mara was too naïve to see that. Mara was beautiful, even before the make-over Joy gave her. She went from geek chic to supermodel in a week. Mick wasn't the only one to notice.

Nina Martin was in because she was Joy's friend before Joy was popular. And the two remained friends. With Joy's help, Nina was also supermodel material. Even if she knew that the clothes and make-up wasn't her style. If she didn't keep up the act, she'd be exiled to spend time with her cousin Eddie and his loner friend, who she had no idea was the only person Joy had eyes for.

As for the people suspected of her murder? Well, some people believe it was the old man who lived down the street from her. He always gave her dirty looks. Mostly because his house was her main target for egging and throwing toilet paper at on mischief night.

Other people didn't think he had the balls to kill her, so they suspected his wife. The one who scolded her when she walked by in short skirts and low cut shirts.

But that wasn't sufficient enough evidence for the police. No. They had a suspect in mind.

Fabian Rutter, of course.

He had reason to want her dead, since she would not stop harassing him. He was on her street the night she was killed.

There was one other thing…

Oh, right!

He conveniently can't remember anything from that night. The night where she was home alone on a five-way call with her besties when they heard screaming from Joy's end. Her voice yelled "what are you doing here?" then there was cries for help and "don't do-" then silence. Only the sounds of footsteps and something hard dropping to the floor.

When the four girls got there, the only things left where a dagger with her blood on it and blood all over her white bedspread. Her body was gone. But a note rested on her pillow, reading simply she's gone. No fingerprints were found on it. She was declared dead, not missing. Too much of her blood was left around for her to survive without going to a hospital. And no hospital in near vicinity had checked her in.

So that was that. On September 3rd, Joy Mercer was murdered. She never got to start her sophomore year.

And exactly a year later, for the first time since September 5th of the year she was killed, Mara, Nina, Amber, and Patricia were all back in Liverpool.

And what hell will break lose now.

Okay! It's just an intro, so it may not be very good but I probably won't update until I'm almost done with The First Experience so look out for this!