Since I am so incredibley bored, I'm starting this story and my Jara story, 'Squares Are Never Good'. Nobody's R&Ring either of my others, so I may as well start this now.

This first chapter is dedicated to HPsibunaSara for being my BFFF (Best FanFiction Friend) and story consultant :) You rock Sara!

I don't own HOA

If I get at least three reviews, I'll continue.

~Nina's POV~

I don't know about this...

Is it really a good idea to go back after all these years?

Ok, maybe it hasn't been that many years, only two, but still, should I go back?

I have a strong connection there, and my connection here is just thinning with every day.

Gran had passed on a year ago, Zach was in California, Jess was in Michigan, Abby was in New York, and I stayed here and went to Rutgers.

Bad choice.

I have to go back.

There was no point in coming back here anyways.

I never dated Zach when I got back (Which I didn't mind; I'm still in love with...someone else...but I'd never admit it.).

Gran passed a year ago.

I only get to see the Morgan's in the summer just like before.

I have no reason to be here.

That's why I have to go.

I'd made my mind up.

I'm going back to England.

~Three weeks later; first day of term at Nina's new college in England~

This place is amazing! So many classes! I'm truly stunned!

Studying to be a historian is actually quite fun! I've only had three classes so far, and it's awesome!

There's only one problem: Dorms.

I was accepted here very late, and my dorm is crammed. There are five of us, and only two others besides me speak English. The other two speak French, and although I was in AP French and can speak it quite fluently, they hate me. And I thought Patricia was mean (when I first arrived)...

I decided to save my money for an apartment rather than live with Nathalie, Emilie, Mary, and Lillian for another year.

~before next class~

I looked at my mini-map of the enormous campus as I walked through the busy corridors. I must look so pathetic, a junior in college getting lost. I mean, sure, I'm new, but that's what freshmen are supposed to do. I tried to conceal the map with some of my books that wouldn't fit in my bag, but that just made it worse. I was craning my neck to the side to read the partially concealed map when all of the sudden, I rammed into someone. The both of us fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry!" a familiar voice apologized. Too familiar...

"Mara?" I asked before I looked up.

"Nina?" Mara laughed.

"Yea!" I laughed.

"What are you doing here?" she laughed as we gathered our stuff as we got up.

"I just transferred! I couldn't stay away from Great Britain," I smiled. It felt so good to see someone I knew.

"You and the rest of Anubis house!" Mara laughed.

"Huh?"

"You, me, Jerome, Alfie, and Fabian are all here," Mara explained.

"F-Fabian?" I think I just got about ten shades paler.

"Yea...why?"

"I...I haven't...I haven't talked to Fabian since graduation..."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Mara apologized.

"No, no, it's fine, I would have run in to him anyways." I said. "You said Jerome and Alfie are here?"

"Yea, Jerome is studying business and Alfie is studying...hmm...well, he seems to be changing his mind about every six months, but I think this term he's got his mind on just studying the universe in general. He's still fixated on the idea that aliens exist," Mara giggled.

"Of course he is. ANd Jerome will make the perfect business man," I laughed. Then, I remembered something... "Are you and Jerome still...?"

"Yea," Mara blushed. It's so much easier when your from the same country, isn't it?

"What are you studying to be?" I asked

"A doctor," Mara smiled. Typical. "And you?"

"Historian."

Mara giggled. Giggled. Why did she giggle?

"I could have guessed," Mara smiled. Ahhh, she worried me there for a sec.

"Well, we better get to class!" I said, realizing the population of the corridor was starting to thin out.

"Oo, you're right!" Mara was about to walk away. "Wait, Nina, do you have the same number?"

"Yep, you?"

"Yea, I'll call you later, okay?"

"Great," I smiled. Ok, now I have one friend who I actually know and trust. Just to figure out how to avoid Fabian...he probably would never want to see me again...

"Oh, wait, Mara? Could you tell me where the Egyptian History class is? It's with Professer James..."

"Oh, it's right down the hall on the right," Mara smiled.

"Thanks, I'll talk to you tonight," I smiled.

"Bye," Mara smiled.

"Bye," I smiled. We went our seperate ways to our next classes and I arrived just in time.

"Welcome back students, I trust you all had a splendid holiday?" Professer James asked. We were all standing in the back of the room as the front board had instructed us to do. Were we seriously getting a seating chart?

"Yes Professer," we all responded. There was something familiar that I picked out over the twenty-sum other voices. I glanced around but my view was abstructed by tall people.

"I shall be calling by last name, and when you hear your name, come and sit," Professer James instructed. He walked to the very back of the room and started at the first table. All tables were black and had two seats, one text book, and one hieroglyphic translation book.

"Alexander and Rumaren," Professer James tapped the desk. A girl, Alexander, with wavy blonde hair and somewhat pale skin walked over followed by a boy, Rumaren, who had tan skin and sandy brown hair.

"Malliet and Philip," my roomate Lillain and a boy who I remember seeing in the hallway as Josh walked over.

"Josselin and Graveden," one of my other roomates, Mary, and a boy, Gravenden (I think I heard him answer to Lucas) walked over.

"Sanders and Periance," they walked over. Professer James then walked to the last desk in the bac row that sat next to the wall.

"Martin and Rutter."

This had to be a coincidence, Rutter is a common name, right? I can't be Fabian...

I walked over and as soon as I turned around, I realized the truth. It was.