A/N: Hey guys. I'm back with another story.

With the season premiere of House Of Anubis on the way, I've been thinking a lot about it. I was thinking of season 1, and, because I add an OC in my head into every show or movie I watch or book I read, I was thinking about my OC for this story. Then I got this idea and I hope you guys like it.

This is basically a story that follows the season 1 plotline. I just started it today, but I hope to have it done by Monday so that I can be in time for season 2, because I already have season 2 ideas. This story is a series of letters between Jerome and my OC, who are best friends. Where she is is explained in this first chapter, and the next chapter will be starting the season. Hope you like it!

Dear Rose,

I miss you. I can't help but wonder where you've gone, or why you left us in the first place. You were my best friend here and the only one who made me feel like my parents weren't just trying to get rid of me. I wish I knew where you were.

I have some messages to pass along. Alfie wants me to tell you to come back. He misses your devious prank pulling mind. He asks if you're pulling pranks at your new school.

Amber says hi, and that, though you guys never really talked when you were here, it's really weird not seeing your face, not having your quiet, reserved prescence at the dinner table anymore, not having Patricia yell at you or make thinly veiled attacks at you. Yeah, I didn't know Amber was capable of that kind of emotion or that advanced vocabulary either.

Joy wants me to tell you that she never hated you like Patricia. She knows you didn't mean to steal Patricia's part in the play, and she knows you never wanted it anyway. She doesn't blame you.

Fabian says hi, and that he hopes wherever you are you're happy. Typical Fabian.

Mick and Mara didn't have anything to say. You were never that good friends with them, remember?

Last but not least, Patricia. She says, and I know you're going to hate me for repeating it, but she says she's glad you're as far away from her as possible and if you ever come back she will make your life a living hell. I know, harsh. She says she doesn't care if our teacher or even Sweetie said you were better, she had the part first. She thinks that, when you were helping me with my lines, you were showing off specifically for our teacher so he'd have to give you the lead. I think she was just mad she didn't get to kiss me, but I'd never say that to her, she'd rip my head off!

Lastly, I wish I could have said goodbye to you before you left, or at least that you told us yourself. Trudy told us at breakfast the day after you left that you were gone. I think she sometimes forgets. You've been away a month and she still calls your name down to supper sometimes, or tells us to go get you, that it's your turn to do chores. Then Patricia so rudely reminds her you don't live here, and she looks embarrased, like you've died. You haven't died, have you? I'd feel pretty stupid for writing to a dead girl.

Could you tell us where you are? I'm sure everyone would like to know, not counting Patricia of course. Write back soon.

Your friend,

Jerome.

O-o-O

Dear Jerome,

No I'm not dead silly! I miss you too. I miss you all, even Patricia. I'm sorry I had to leave without warning, but, well, I never got any warning either.

I'm not far from you, but I couldn't tell you where if I wanted to. Just know that you can still write to me and I'll write back, but with the amount of homework I have at this new school, my responses will be brief.

Tell everyone thank you for taking the time to write to me. I'd respond to everyone personally, but I've had a cold and I don't feel up to writing now.

I will, however, write this. I want Patricia to know what really happened, so will you tell her my side?

You asked me to help you with your lines, so I took the role of Lucille when Patricia was late. Being assistant director, I felt it was my responsibility to help you learn your lines and make it as good as it could be. So I was helping you with the lines, and when it got to the part where Lucille fainted, our teacher walked in. I fainted so realistically, I guess, that he just asked me to be in the play. I think he was a bit worried about me, personally, because I'd been feeling lightheaded lately.

But I think you guys should know why he asked me to play the lead at first. See, we had that contest to see who would write the school play, and I wrote and submitted an entry. When he read it he was astounded and told me he wanted me to play the lead. I told him thanks, but I was more comfortable behind the scenes. He told me if I ever wanted that position as the lead I had it right away. He must have really wanted me in, no matter how many times I told him I didn't want to be in it.

So that's my story. I know Patricia, and I know she probably won't believe me, but she should at least hear me out.

I'm tired now. I can't write anymore right now. One day I'll come visit you again, but for now, I'm sorry for not telling you goodbye. This is my goodbye.

Your best friend,

Rose.