The Sword Of Tiberius

Chapter 2

Something Much Better Than Homework

| Juliette |

Adrian and I have been best friends since 3rd grade. Since then, we went to camp-half-blood together, we fought monsters together and we went to school together. He was likely the only reason I was alive today, in the physical and mental way. He cared about me more than anyone could, my foster mother or father. They all regarded me as something they had to feed. But Adrian and I were never anything more than best friends.

We were walking back from school with Adrian and some other girl he was flirting with today. Yeah, he usually has another girl every week. I roll my eyes. Lately it has been bothering me, and it never really has. He was always like a brother to me, but now the word brother and Adrian don't fit well together. I shake all those thoughts from my head and move forward.

When the girl goes away I start,

"Ade-"

" Eh, I don't think she's my type" he said and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. I gave him a look,

"I don't think anyone is your type Adrian." He grinned his signature charming grin,

"Maybe you are -" he started. I shoved my hand on his mouth.

"Don't you finish that!" I exclaimed. He chuckled and we moved on.

When I opened the door to my 'parents' apartment, there was no one there. I was a bit unnerved at first but then remembered that they were out for 3 days. I let myself smile and plopped onto the couch to see some Harry Potter.

When I finished marathoning the last 3 movies, it was getting dark so I decided to go up to my room and do some homework. Opening the door to my room, I saw the same thing I see everyday. The picture of my Mother. Who I hadn't met. Who never called me. Who gave me away to foster care. I was used to the twisting in my chest whenever I saw the picture. But I was determined that I would find her.

Well, an hour later, homework was still not done. But something much better was accomplished. I was just on the computer for a while, thinking I would research a bit more about my mother. I don't do it everyday. Only sometimes. However today the urge to find her was so strong I had to do it. And I found something. A place. A picture. A name. My eyes were almost watering as I clicked the picture where my mother was displayed. She was a school teacher.

Eva Ferosa, 31 years old.

The picture of her was a more smiling one than the one I had. As the computer loaded to the school page, I wiped my hand across my face and tried to calm down. Take deep breaths, I told myself. Once the page loaded I read everything as if it was an article to find magical unicorns. It was that important. But when I got to the part that said where the school- and she was, my breath quickened.

London. I had to go to London.