"Uh...hey." I looked up from my textbook and immediately looked back down, like no one had ever talked to me.

I hadn't spoken to André yesterday after his, um...confession...that he was still mad about me leaving for England a few years back. I didn't talk to anyone, really, since I didn't exactly have anyone else to talk to. I didn't know whether I should be mad at him for just making my already terrible day tens times worse, or to feel bad and go apologize. Both sides we were weighing on me at the moment, and I was leading more towards the second one...

But that still didn't make me any happier to see him towering over me right now. I let out a sigh. "Don't worry; you've all got what you wanted. I have no friends, my Gran is ill, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail this semester. I am totally, utterly miserable now. Mission accomplished." I muttered.

"You know that's not what I meant yesterday." He told me. "I really didn't mean it."

"Yeah? Well it sounded pretty legit to me."

"Come on, Neens, you know your my best friend. I'm sorry,"

"You have a funny way of showing it." André rolled his eyes and snatched my book out of my hand. "Hey! Give it back!" I cried. I reached to take it back, but he held it higher.

"Not until you listen to me," He pushed.

"No! I need to study! I have a huge test tomorrow and I can't afford to bomb this one!" I shouted, still trying to get my book back.

André started to back away, but I hugged his torso so he couldn't get away, still on the floor. As he pulled away, he dragged me across the floor with him, forcing me to stand up. I guess he knew my next move was to jump on his back or something, because he pushed my head back with his one palm like they do in the movies and on TV, and I struggled to get out of his grasp. But before I could move his stupid hand, he took my book and stuffed it up his shirt.

My mouth dropped. "What are you doing?" I hissed.

"Puttin' your book next to my bellay," André joked, grinning as he patted the book.

"I can see that. I meant why are you doing it." I scoffed.

"You need to be more specific," André stated, obviously ignoring my question. I am not in the mood for his stupid teasing right now, especially for his amusement. "And you're not getting back until you hear me out."

"Just give me the book back, André." I spat, reaching for it once more.

He held up his hand. "Yeah, and what's gonna happen when everyone see you with your hand up my shirt? Not too good for yo' image, now is it?" I growled and crossed my arms, backing off. "Now are you ready listen?" I nodded, and looked away with an annoyed scowl on my face. "Good. Now there's one thing I wanna be clear; Nina, you gotta understand that what happened between all of us a few years back ain't who ya are, it doesn't define you. We've all screwed up with our friends somewhere down the road, but that doesn't mean we give up on each other that easy. So what if you made new friends at school? Who wouldn't? I know I would, and to be honest I probably would've forgotten about everything for awhile if I went to England," I looked up at André, not believing what I was hearing. "I get that people like Jade can be a gank, but you can't let her ruin your whatever time we have with you now."

He put a hand on my knee, like he had been doing a lot lately. "You came back for a reason, Neens. I might not know what that reason is, but I do know that it's givin' us second shot with you. And to do our friendship right this time."

I smiled softly, but let out a sigh. "I know this is a chance for a do-over for our friendships, but maybe it's not Jade, or Beck, or anyone else. Maybe it's just me. I don't belong here, André. I don't even know how I got into this school, it doesn't make any sense. We just have to accept that I'm an average girl. A normal, boring average girl."

"You sound like someone else I know," André smirked, giving me a knowing look.

"That was different; Tori actually had talent. She could sing and act and do everything else. I am by no means musical, and aren't you required to play an instrument here?"

"Well you've been...an exception under certain circumstances...but that's not the point. The point is Tori has to learn where to sing like she does, Nina, and where do you think she learned it? Where do you think Beck learned to act, Sinjin learned about tech-y stuff, and where Robbie learned to...do...his puppet thing...ok, well maybe he didn't learn that here, but you get what I'm sayin'." He told me. "I started playing guitar back in the 8th grade because this was my dream school and I would do anything to get in, and I did. But it didn't just take 3 minutes and 26 seconds like it did for Tori to get accepted; I hard to work hard and be dedicated, and I don't regret a thing."

He sighed once he saw I wasn't really following. "Look, what I'm trying to say is you're not just gonna rock at something on your first try, you gotta own it."

"Well what can I "own"?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. But I promise you that we'll find out what it is together."

That was undeniably cheesy, but still the sweetest thing ever. I smiled at him as he offered me a goofy grin. "Thanks André." I leaned and gave him a quick hug, but when he wasn't paying attention I saw that my book was slipping and I snatched it from out of his shirt. I darted down the hallway, clutching it close to me! "Ha!" I shouted in victory, looking back at him. He shook his head and gave me the peace sign, making me laugh even harder.

"Ok, let's see...203...204...205...aha! Room 206!" I said to myself as I wandered aimlessly down the halls, trying to find my Computer Design Class. I used to know these halls like the back of my hand, but there were all these new classes that juniors and seniors had to take compared to freshmen and sophomores and I couldn't find them as fast as everyone else.

The bell had rung way long before I found the room, I didn't even know how long I had been looking, but I'm sure it was at least 3/4 of the period. I'm seriously hoping the teacher will give me grace since it's a new semester. Whoever this "Mr. Redding" is, I really hope he's not as scary as his teacher profile describes him to be.

I slowly opened the door to see a few kids look up from their computers and Mr. Redding glance up from his glasses, taking his clip board in hand. He was a tall and slim man, dressed in a nice suit with his hair neatly gelled back. His piercing blue eyes shone right through thin, rectangular glasses. "Got lost, huh?" I nodded. He then chuckled and smiled at me. "You're Miss Martin, I presume?" I nodded again. "I'll unmark you absent, take a seat wherever you like."

I then looked around to immediately see an empty chair a few seats away, but noticed it was next to Cat, Jade and Tori. Tori spotted me, and waved for me to come over, but I glanced at Jade and shook my head no. She frowned and urged me further. I could just hear her telling me that Jade doesn't matter and she went through the same thing when she first started school here, but her experience was still different than mine. I didn't want to start anymore unwanted trouble, and decided to take the seat across the room, away from both of them.

I sighed and finally looked at my computer; realizing I had no idea what we were supposed to be doing right now. Not like it was worth it anyway, I had missed almost all of class just for this room. Who the heck decided to put a computer lab in the basement of mazes? Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to go online. I pressed the internet button and waited for it to load, thinking of what website to go on. There was TheSlap, Twitter, Fanfiction...but there was one I hadn't been on forever that stood out against all of the other URLs rushing through my head. I quickly started typing it up on Google, knowing it wouldn't be programmed in this computer since only people from my old school uses it, and eagerly clicked on the web address.

E-mail and password; NinaVMartin , S-a-r-a-h-F-S. Yeah, I know, it sounds kinda creepy to have Sarah as my password, but I learned that "Anubis" was too obvious, considering Amber figured it out to change my relationship status...

My ChumChatter notification button made me jump, seeing as how I had 76 of them, and most of them were from Sibuna of course. The latest one was just a little shy of four months old, I clicked on my page to see that so many people had posted on it back then;

Patricia Williamson: Sent you another letter today. Sure hope for a reply this time...

Posted on October 10th, 2012

Amber Millington: I just had to share the news that I got accepted into Fashion School Neens! I'm off to the Big Apple tomorrow! 3 I miss you so much, wish me luck! :)

Posted on November 1st, 2012

Mara Jaffray: We saw and ad for prom dressed today and immediately thought of you. I hope you're having a great time in America, Nina! Hope to hear from you soon! (:

Posted on November 13th, 2012

Fabian Rutter: I know you probably won't answer this, but...I miss you...

Posted on December 24th, 2012

All the other messages were just saying Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, but those ones were the most important to me. I clicked Fabian's page and waited half heartedly as it loaded. His relationship status came up as "it's complicated" and it made me smile. At least he hasn't changed it to single yet. I scrolled down and noticed that he hadn't been on much lately, mainly just commenting on pictures and reposting other people's blog posts, but awhile longer down I saw that his status had been changed;

Life has changed and it's weird, but I'm feeling oddly optimistic and it's all thanks to you guys :)

He had tagged the other members of Sibuna in it, and I smiled at all the supporting comments he had gotten. I especially liked the one that Eddie had made, stating that it was time to get dancing because it was a new year with new beginnings. I laughed to myself as I heard the bell ring and everyone pooled out of the room, leaving me to be the last one. I quickly hit the 'log out' bottom and closed and window. I sighed and got up, pushing my chair in and heading for the door.

Just as my hand reached the door knob, ready to open it, I heard Mr. Redding say; "Nina, could I have a word please?"

I looked up at him, slightly confused. "Sure," I answered.

"It might just be me, but I seemed to notice that you were a little...stand offish when it came to Miss West today..."

I internally sighed. Great. Even my teacher knows I'm a loser getting picked on my old best friend. "Oh...about that..."

"Now I know it's personal, and I'm not going to make you into it, but I just want you to know that if you ever need some help with anything, I'm always here."

"Thanks Mr. Redding...that means a lot." I looked at him skeptically as I started for the door again, only to have him stop me once more.

"You know I saw in a movie once that if you make at least one friend on your first day, you're doing good." Mr. Redding said with a slight smile.

"And then I'm supposed to say that if my only friend is my English teacher, then that'd kinda suck." I answered, giving him a knowing look. "You liked "Perks of Being a Wallflower"?"

He shrugged. "I went to see it with my son and it seemed like a good line to remember for the future."

"And I'm guessing your son is the one who told you about my recent conflicts with Jade too."

"...Possibly..."

I chuckled. "Yeah, well only problem is that today's definitely not my first day, and I'm kind of not Logan Lerman."

"And I'm definitely not your English teacher because I'm pretty sure I can't eve spell wallflower correctly, but you don't see me complaining." Mr. Redding joked back.

I laughed again. "That's good to know, glad to see I have an actually sane teacher in this school." I told him.

He gave me a smile and nodded. "So am I." He picked up a small piece of paper from his desk and held it out for me. "Here. This is going to be our project for this quarter. You can choose any subject you like, as long as it's on the list or I say otherwise. We'll pick the three top pieces at the end of April to submit to an international competition, but the only catch is I'm not allowed to help you."

"So it's kind of like an independent study?"

He nodded. "It's around the lines of that. We missed our overview about what else we'll be doing this semester; things like the buddy system for certain brain storming activities and we'll stiff have homework to keep your inspiration levels up."

"That's just a nice way of saying you have to make sure we don't slack off during the project," I smirked, feeling oddly bold and comfortable with this guy.

"As a teacher, I'm not actually supposed to even acknowledge that comment, let alone participate in asking about students' personal lives, but yes. That's exactly what my homework is for." We both laughed and I thanked him, saying I'll see him in class tomorrow, and then left for my next period.

"Animation scene, story board sequence, music video, short film, song using digital music software only?" Andre scrunched his nose as he read through the pamphlet of possible projects I could do for Mr. Redding's class. There were tons and tons, but I was only allowed to do one so I hade a fait chance of getting submitted. "Ok, this is an insult to musicians everywhere." He established, before tossing the booklet over to me.

"Basically anything goes as long as it involves using a computer." I told him "I think I'm gonna go with the short film."

André nodded. "Sounds cool. You can write, direct, do your thing. I like it."

I smiled at his comment, but sighed. How did André have so much confidence in me? It was a question that never seemed to be answered and with every passing day, I wanted to know that answer more. "Now all I need is a totally amazing idea and people to act out, that totally, amazing idea."

"Well I know the perfect people that would love to be in a film that isn't written yet," André stated.

I perked up and rolled over from my current position on my couch. "Tell me!"

He shook his head. "You're not gonna like it."

My smile immediately faded. "No," I said.

"Come on, Nina, what other choice do ya' have?" Ander asked me.

"If I can't get within a 10 feet radius of them without Jade or Beck ripping my head off, how do you think I'm going to get them to be in my movie for Computer class?" I asked him.

"All we gotta do is remind them that you're still the same old girl you used to be; you know, kinda re-do all the good times we've had."

"Kind of like reenact all of our old times?"

He nodded. "Yeah, sort of. If we make them remember all the good memories we've had, then maybe that'll be our first step to fixin' everyone's friendships." I smiled, finally starting to understand his plan. "Tell you what, we'll do whatever it takes to fix you guys back up, but just follow my lead. Ok?"

"Ok," I agreed. "Let's do it."

Maybe this could work...

3 more episodes left guys! We're getting closer!

Thank god I had a snow day today. There's not snow outside what so ever, but I'll still take it. I figured that Nina should catch a break with her Hollywood friends, that one still being André. I'm aiming for at least two more chapters to be done with Nina in America before it really starts to focus on House of Anubis residents. Thanks for reading, as always!

~Suki17