I have nothing. I don't own House Of Anubis.

~Prologue~

Nina Martin checked her email. A sign blinked 41 new emails, as if to say,"Check your email once in a while, you lazy bum!" Doing the opposite, Nina casually clicked the sign out button, preparing for ads that had no need in life. Next, she logged into her Skype account. Another sign blinked 74 Skype requests. Nina let out a small sigh, just imagining how many offline Facebook messages she has. Logging off of her Skype, she shut her laptop and put it under her pillow. She then reached across her bed and grabbed a neatly handled plane ticket. Turning the ticket over in her hands various times, Nina realized that she would go back to Anubis House at any cost.

Tell me how you like it.