A/N: Thank you for everything the three of you (if I can manage to spell that)! You probably are skipping over this thingy. Go ahead. Read on.

"I am really getting tired of this," said Amber, who was sitting across from the two of us. "There has got to be something going on!"

"There isn't. We're just tired," said Nina. Fabian looked unconvinced. Patricia smirked, shifting her weight onto her other foot. Amber looked over her magazine on celebs.

"Look, it's nothing, okay? We're fine," I said forcefully.

"I don't think you are, Elaina. Neither of you are," said Fabian stubbornly.

"Fabian, just stay out of it, please," whispered Nina.

"I can't," he whispered back, hugging her. I glanced over at Amber, daring her to shout 'Fabina!' Thankfully she didn't.

The next day as I was walking over from the house that Bobbie girl ran into me again.

"Sorry! So sorry!" she cried. "I'm just—hey you're that girl I ran into that one day, when we were both late for History."

I nodded. "Yea, I'm Elaina by the way." She smiled.

"Everything's changed so much! I mean, Mr. Fleming had a heart attack, Joy Mercer is gone. It's all so much to take in. What do you think?" she talked very rapidly.

"Err…yea, Bobbie, I've gotta go, Nina and Fabes are waiting for me. We've got science in like five minutes," I said quickly.

"I do too!" she cried enthusiastically.

"Oh, um, I guess you could come too then," I mumbled, walking towards the classroom.

"What do you say we do our homework in the library after school?"

I stared at her. "I have a lot to do. But maybe." She smiled brilliantly before taking her seat at the back of the room as I took the one next to Nina. "Oh Lord help me."

"What is it?" she asked me.

"Bobbie Wilson," I groaned taking out my books. She glanced back at her.

"She doesn't seem too bad."

"Yea well, she's really demanding."

"Give it a shot."

"Fine. If you hang out with Fabian more, without other people around."

She blushed. "Are you trying to get us together?"

"Would it be shameful if I said yes?"

"YES!"

"Then, yes."

"ELAINA ELEANOR MARTIN!" she yelled at the top of her voice.

"MISS MARTIN!" cried Mr. Sweet as he came in the room. "What on earth is the matter."

Nina blushed, sitting down again. "Elaina wouldn't give me my pencil," she lied.

"Fine," I grumbled, giving one of MY pencils to the jerk-head girl. Mr. Sweet sighed and began the very annoying lesson.

"GRAN!" yelled Olivia, running through the store, holding my hand, trying to find Gran and Nina. "GRAN!" We finally found her in the produce section. "GRAN!"

She looked up from considering a jar of yogurt. "Yes Olivia?" she asked.

Olivia gasped for air. "Gran, the news! Fire! On Fenwick! The Hotel! It! Burned! Down!" Gran dropped the jar.

"Oh my Lord," she gasped. Nina stared at us with wide eyes.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"The hotel's burning," I whispered.

"But, Mom and Aggie, and Mark, and Xander!" she cried.

"I know sweetie, we can't do anything about it," whispered Gran.

"Can we at least leave Gran?" asked Olivia.

Gran looked up. Her short hair looked grayer and her face looked more tired than I had thought before. "Yes, come on dears. To check out land we go!" She was trying to sound cheerful, but it wasn't happening. We all were worried sick out of our minds. What was going to happen now. It seemed as though my nine-year-old world was falling apart.

After we were all in the car and we had driven to the hotel, a police lady stopped us.

"I'm sorry Ma'am but this is a closed area," she said to Gran.

"My daughter and some of her children were in there!" Gran protested. The lady looked at Olivia and the two of us in the backseat.

"Alright, but park here, then I'll take you closer. Just stick with me Mrs…?"

"Martin. Evelyn Martin. These are my grandchildren, Olivia, Nina, and Elaina," Gran explained. The lady nodded.

"Follow me please." We did. When I saw the building at first I thought it wasn't too bad. It was empty, a casing though. It was still burning. The raging fire was still coursing through the building. Gran glanced at us. Olivia was trying her best not to cry and Nina and I were already in tears. She turned to the lady.

"I think we should go. I live in a flat near here, I can take them home. You can call me, or drop by when you have any news of the people who were staying in the room number 7095. It is under the name of Merida Martin. She and her six children," Gran told the lady. The lady nodded.

"So you are filing a missing person's report for seven people?"

"No, only four. My daughter Merida, and her children, Xander Martin, Agatha Martin, and Marcus Martin. The other three are with me." The lady nodded. "Thank you."

"You are most welcome Mrs. Martin."

"Come along dearies! Let's go to Grandma's house!"As I turned away I saw a lady in white look towards us. She glared. I turned back to where the fire was. She looked at me and somehow I knew what she was saying. 'Give me the mask of Anubis before seven years or you will die seven times before you are loved.' I ran to where Nina and Gran were talking with Olivia. Tears were still fresh in my eyes.

"Gran, we know what it is and what is happening," said Nina coldly.

"Of course dearie. Come on. To the car!" Olivia tried to smile, but I didn't. I was not going to smile because of what was happening.

Mother was gone. That much I knew. It was hopeless. They hadn't gotten anyone out of the building and it was still burning. It was anything but smile-worthy.

The four of us climbed into the car for the third time since we had left. Gran nervously tapped the wheel as Olivia, trying to occupy her mind tried to read the maps. Nina and I stared out the windows at the bustling city around us.

"Olivia, darling, would you care to look in the glove compartment for the paper?" asked Gran quietly one time when we were stopped in traffic. Olivia just nodded and looked around in the compartment until she held up a folded white paper. "Thank you dearie." Olivia nodded, letting her hand drop to her lap. Nina and I watched this with interest.

"What's that?" asked Nina. Gran shook her head.

"Mom's will," Olivia said quietly. I swallowed as did Nina. This wasn't going to be fun.

When we arrived at Gran's home she insisted that we all sit in the living room while she made cookies. The smells wafting through the rooms were so enchanting we all almost forgot what was going on across town. Gran hummed while she baked. Mixing the batter until it was done, she popped the sheet into the oven and came back into the living room.

"Okay sweets. Do you want to play any board games?" she asked.

Olivia looked at her from where she had been sitting staring out the window. Her normally vibrant green eyes were unmoving, the glow gone from her eyes. "Yes, Gran," she whispered. Gran left the room to get a game that Mom used to love to play.

So we played Monopoly until the cookies were done. As the game went on, we became a little more free, and more daring. Olivia ended up winning the game.

The phone rang and Gran got up to get it.

"Livy!" cried Nina. "I wanna win!"

"Nina!" cried Olivia, laughing mocking her tone. "I don't wanna lose!"

"Guys!" I cried, mocking both of them. "I don't wanna argue!" All three of us broke out in giggles. Gran showed up behind us with the phone, she looked like laughing was the last thing on her mind.

"Gran?" asked Olivia.

A/N: Hey. I got the inspiration for the fire from a local fire in my town. It was freaky, even though I wasn't there. Have a great day!