AN: Sorry this chapter took so long. I had a bad case of writer's block. But, this fic is about to get a lot less suckish and alot more sibuna-y.

Chapter three: Patricia and Sarah

We got into cab (that drove on the wrong side of the road) and went to a ancient looking building. Mr. Sweet Eddie hollered "Honey we're hooooome" as soon as we stepped into the front door, even though I'm pretty sure he didn't actually live there. A woman his age with auburn hair, cerulean eyes and A LOT of black eyeliner came to greet us. She quickly kissed Eddie as he wrapped his arm around her waist. I assumed they were together.

"Hi, you must be Ivy Willoughby." She said in a strong british accent, extending her arm for a handshake. "I'm Patricia Sweet. I'm one of the caretakers here at Anubis House. Welcome!" Eddie and Patricia both blushed at the mention of Patricia's last name. Some adults they are.

"Um, hi." I said. "I like your eyeliner." I awkwardly lied.

"Thanks." Patricia said "Now, the Doofus next to me will bring your bags up, and you can set up your room and get to know your roomate and stuff. Dinner is in an hour." Eddie picked up my minuscule suitcase and headed up the stairs, either not hearing Patricia's comment, or just being used to it.

It took about five minutes for me to organize my entire area, considering I don't have a lot of stuff. I sat down on my bed and noticed a girl sitting on the bed across from me, her nose in an Agatha Christie novel. She was very pale and had long black hair done in a neat braid. She had hazel eyes and a extraordinarily small nose. She had been so quiet the entire time, I hadn't even noticed her. "Hey." I said.

Her head perked up. "Oh my god, hi!" The girl said, a grin spreading across her face. "I'm Sarah! Sarah Rutter. You must be Ivy! It's so cool you're from America! My mom is from America, and Eddie. But you've probably already met Eddie, right? Isn't he really handsome for an old guy!? Have you met Patricia yet? Or did you meet Nina. That's my mom, BTW. The American one. I mean, I only have one mom, but she's from America like you. I already said that, didn't I? I must be annoying you. Whenever I get really excited I start to talk really fast. Anyway, how do you like Anubis? The house, I mean. Not the god."

Sarah was really nice. Sure she was talkative, but that was interesting. She made me feel welcomed. She asked me all about America, and what my life was like back there. I told her the truth, it sucked. She told me all about her parents, Nina and Fabian. Her mom was the other caretaker here, and her dad worked at the egyptian museum down the road. Their house was only a mile away. Sarah seemed to have the perfect family. It seemed like she deserved it. Azia, however, had a different opinion. As soon as Sarah left for the bathroom, Azia chimed into my head.

"Well, she seems like a jerk." Azia said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, a little confused, but a mostly pissed off at Azia.

''She just is. Trust me." Azia said.

"No she's not! Sarah seems really nice!'' I retorted.

"Whatever you say."