Operation Home

Chapter two

She ate dinner with her mother, talking about how her parents met.

"Where's dad?" she asked, her mouth full of chocolate.

"He had to go to work," her mother signed. It seemed her father had to work a lot.

"What 's his job again?"

"Adriana, what is wrong with you today?" her mother laughed. "He works at the working building."

"What does he do there?" she asked, even more curious.

"You know you're not allowed to know till you're 16. Just wait 6 years, then I could answer you," her mother answered.

What were they hiding in there? Why wasn't she allowed to know? Who would care if she knew? What could possibly happen if she found out? Well, she wanted to know, she had to know.

The night came in faster than expected. Before she knew it, she had finished her peas and carrots, brushed her teeth, and went to bed. She kissed her parent's goodnight and stared at the blank ceiling.

Her room was as simple as the house. She had a white bed, a white rug, a white desk, white chair, and white dresser. The only not white thing in her room was her. It was as if she didn't belong. As if she didn't deserve to be in a perfect world. As if, out of all this happiness and perfection, she was the unwanted, sad mistake. She stood up and sat down on her chair. She pressed a black button, place under her desk. A blue screen appeared, with a blue keyboard on her desk. She typed in her password and searched up: What happens in the working building?

It searched for a long time. A large Top Secret- Access Denied. She stared at her screen, wanting to know what was happening around her. She needed to find out how she had come here, and who she really was.

She opened her door slightly, trying not to wake her parents up. She looked at the end of the hallway for her parent's bedroom. She entered. It was dark, but she could see enough to find her mother's bag. She took her mother's black leather bag located on the desk and hurried out.

She took a deep breath and hide her mother's computer under her white pillow. Holding her breath, she went back to her parent's bedroom, and placed the bag were is once was. She let out a large breath and went downstairs. She tiptoed into the kitchen. She didn't expect to see anyone. She thought she was going to be by herself, but she wasn't.

"What are you doing up so late?" her mother asked. She was on her computer. How could she be on her computer, when it was Adriana who had it?

"Nothing, just a bit thirsty," she lied. She quickly turned back around to leave, but her mother stopped her.

"Come here, I want to ask you some questions."

Adriana, trembling, turned around and sighed, trying to show her mother she was 'tiered'. She sat down across her mother. Her mother started asking questions like her favorite color, or sport. She answered with honestly.

"My favorite sports is tree climbing or rock climbing." How did she know all these things? It felt like she had already done all these things, but she never climbed a tree in her life- or what she remembered of her life.

"You changed a lot. You're the favorite color used to be pink, know it's purple. You're favorite sports used to be soccer, now it's climbing," her mother looked at her in the eyes and said: "Are you sure you're alright. You've changed. You're different."

Adriana hesitates. Should she tell the truth? No that might cause her some trouble. She should lie for the rest of her life, and feel imprisoned. Thinking that made Adriana need to know who she was. It had only been a day, but she was already dying in this perfect place. She needed to go back to her real home. So she lied.

"I'm fine. People change mom. I bet you changed from when you were little."

Her mother smiled and replied:

"Of course people change. I guess you're having your first anneren. Now off to bed."

She ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. SHe locked the door and ran to her desk. She took out a piece of paper and wrote:

I don't know who I am, or who my 'parents' are. I'm going to find out what I'm doing in this place, and I'm going to leave. I don't belong here. It's not that I don't want to, but I know. You might say I'm too young for this, but If I stay here for too long, I might be caught.

The first step, find out what my father's job is. I need to take my mother's computer and search up Working Building cause it didn't work on mine. Then I need to find out what an anneren is. My mom said I had that, and I need to see if it's bad or normal.

She took her mother's computer. She guessed it must have been her dad's because it had her dad's name: William Jones. She typed in a password she thought was correct. Jones... Adriana... Katy... none of them worked. She then tried her nickname: Adry... it worked.

My father's password is Adry. Okay, now let's get back to business.

She looked around his computer, finding pictures of when she was young with her parents. How could she not remember anything? This was not her. She was certain. The kid there lost her home and she replaced her. That was what she thought was most logic. After some time of searching, she found her father's working file. She opened it.

Pictures of children all 10 years old. She went on the search bar and searched: Adriana Cereus. Her picture popped up. It was her. She looked down under her picture and read. She read everything about herself and things she didn't even remember.

I found out I was from a place called Wisconsin. I should ask my parents if we could go to visit it. I also found out that I had some troubles growing up. Everything makes sense. But I still don't know what problems. I need to find out more, but I should sleep. I'll work on this tomorrow.

And with that, she was back to sleep.