This story was written for fashionablyobsessed after they came second in my contest! It is a multichapter! Go check them out, as they owns the idea for this fic. I just write it. I tried to stay as true to their idea as possible, but I had to adapt it, so sorry‼‼‼‼ I hope you like it anyway.

I don't own House of Anubis.

Nina's POV:

"Nina Jane Martin!" Screams my grandma from downstairs. I groan, and flop off of the king-sized bed, landing on a plush carpet. Dawdling as I walk, I open the door and bounce down the stairs of our huge home. My grandmother mother stands at the bottom, hands on hips, face a colour I don't think has been discovered, fuming.

"What is this?" She snaps, waving a small piece of white paper in my face. As it passes me eyes, I notice a large, red F scrawled across it. I grimace. My report.

"School report," I yawn, making my grandmother angrier. I am just pushing her buttons now. She frowns at me.

"Don't you use that tone with me, missy!" She thrusts the report into my hands, and I open it, beginning to read.

Nina Martin is rude, spoilt and inconsiderate. She has the brains and the talent to achieve, but no drive, perseverance or integrity. There have been numerous breaches of school uniform and several incidents of a lack of manners towards teachers and fellow student alike. Upon several occasions, Nina has refused to hand in homework, excuses including: "My fish ate it," and, "my dog crapped on it." I regret to inform you that Ms Martin in suspended from school for the next five months.

"Suspended." She hisses. "Suspended. For five months. Nina, I am so disappointed in you. Haven't I given you whatever you wanted? A phone? Clothes? TV? A walk in closet? But what do I get in return?" She pinches the bridge of her nose, and sighs. "Nina, it is time for drastic action to be taken." I raise my perfectly plucked eyebrows at her.

"Gran, do you mean military school? Because we had this talk las month, and I don't think it's a good idea." Gran just rolls her eyes, before proceeding to sit down on the sofa in front of me.

"Nina, as you know, I haven't 'been in love' since Grandpa Joe died…" I gasp. She hadn't!

"Grandma…" She silences me with a finger raised in the air.

"I met a man online. He's fifty two, a year older than me, and, well… we're getting married." I widen my eyes.

"How long have you known this man?" I cry at her. She smiles slightly.

"A year and half tomorrow," She replies, calm and serene despite my blatant rudeness.

"And you didn't think to tell me?" I scream, aghast with fury. Gran grimaces.

"I knew you'd react like this. Nina, I really love him, and he really loves me. Can't you see that?" I fling my arm back, knocking over a vase in the process. The pieces shatter to the ground.

"Are we moving away?" I ask quietly, my palm bleeding from the broken pottery. She smiles again.

"That's back to the subject of your expulsion. Eric – that's his name, by the way, Eric – has a son who's also been suspended. They live in England, and Eric recently bought a homeless shelter in Liverpool, so…" I gasp. No! She wouldn't! Would she?

"Nina, you and Eric's son are going to work there for the next five months. Eric is also a teacher, so he can tutor you both whilst you're out of school, and if I don't see a dramatic change in your grades and behaviour, well… Boot camp is an open option."

"No!" I scream. "You can't make me leave! I have friends here, a boyfriend, a life! I won't leave! I'll stay with Aunt Peggy, or Uncle Charles and Josie! Please, don't make me go!" Gran looks furious now.

"You will be coming to England! Your friends are a disgrace, and your boyfriend is leading you down a bad road. I don't want that for you! And you call that a life? Those girls… Lila and Kayla and Marie… they're bad influences! And Alf? He's going to get you jailed!" I slam the door in her face and dash up the stairs, tears making my mascara run and my lipstick smudged.

Eddie POV:

"Edison Sweet! Pick up that shirt and get out of your room so I can talk to you!" I groan and stuff the shirt under the bed, before stomping downstairs and sitting heavily on a paisley print armchair. My father, Eric, look crossly down at me.

"Well?" I say, annoyed and tired. My father hits the roof (not literally).

"Well? Well? This is not a 'well' moment Edison!" He yells, and I roll my eyes obnoxiously.

"What do you want me to say?" I yell back. He matches my volume, just as angry as me.

"I want you to tell me how you came to be suspended!" He cries. I grimace. I shouldn't have tried to bury the letter in his vegetable garden – now it's just overturned soil.

"This kid shoved me in the hall – he was a senior, a year older than me. I shoved him back, he punched me, and then there was a fight. It was an accident. I didn't think I'd get suspended!" His face shows a small amount of sympathy, before hardening again.

"Well, young man. You have crossed the line this time!" I furrow my brows; what does he mean? "You have started fights, back-chatted your teachers and now been suspended!" I shrug, tucking my right leg under my left. "From today, for the next five months, you will come to Liverpool with me. I have just purchased a homeless shelter with my savings," Now I'm really worried. What does his homeless shelter have to do with me?

"What's that got to do with me?" I ask, voicing my thoughts. He takes a deep breath, in through his nose, out through his mouth.

"You will be working there for the length of your suspension. I have given you everything, Edison. Clothes, a computer, a television, a phone –you must learn to give back." I am about to protest, but he holds up a hand to silence me.

"Edison, I must tell you one more thing. I met a woman, fifty one, who lives in America. We fell in love, and she's moving here. We're getting married, Edison!" My face is furious, and I want to yell and scream.

"What the hell?" I shout at him, jumping up from my seat. "I don't want another mom!" My father looks angrier than he ever has before.

"Well that's too bad!" He yells, "I'm getting married, and she's bringing over her granddaughter. She too has been suspended. You will both work at the shelter, and that is final, Edison!" I run out, slamming the door so hard that it rattles the walls. A picture falls, smashing to the ground. It is of dad and a woman who's not my mom, who looks about fifty one, in Florida. He is kissing her on the cheek, and she is laughing. I hurl it across the room, watching the glass crack and the frame shatter.

It gives me a little satisfaction.