AN- Ello there!! Well here is the second chapter!! Yay!! Hahaha It looks like people really are reading this story. Awesome. I thank you all who is keeping up and reading this! (Haha oh and as for the title…uh I kind of had no idea what to call it so… it got stuck with a weird name…oh well it's the story that counts right?)

Chapter 2: My New Mom?

"You have got to be kidding me…" The girl groaned in the stands. To her relief she had not gotten busted for being suspected of being the Prince of Thieves. But what was bad was that she was now standing in court staring at the judge in disbelief.

"No I'm not kidding Tara." The Judge said sternly. Tara winced at her name. No one had called her by her real name since she was ten. "You are underage and running around the streets by yourself. It's not safe out there, especially with the Prince of Thieves running around." He tried to make Tara understand. It wasn't working.

"Well aren't I old enough to make my own decisions? Everyone who I have been stuck with me had turned out all the same." She stared at the judge indignantly. He was starting to get on her nerves. "Ooo lets go adopt some poor kid! Wouldn't that be fun? Just think of what the neighbors will think when they find out what a good deed we did." She made her voice high and sarcastic to fit the part.

The judge turned red getting even angrier seeing he wasn't getting anywhere.

It was burning hot and the plane was stuffed with people. Tara sighed where she sat and looked out the window. She ignored the fat man she was forced to sit next to and looked out the window. She didn't see much since the wing of the plane covered up most of her view. Things had not been working out for her recently and it just got worse as she went on. First, she gets caught by the cops and has to wait in a temporary foster home with six other kids. Then, she goes to court and has to wait for five hours to see a judge who was really wasn't that great. Now, she has to sit on a several hour plane ride to England. Could you believe that?! England! Of course her 'supposedly' new foster parents couldn't live anywhere farther. Tara sighed. I have no luck…if this keeps going on I think I'm going to go-

"Nuts?"

Tara looked around for whoever read her mind. "What?" She asked.

A flight attendant lady was smiling friendlily over the fat man holding up a bag. It took Tara a minute to figure out what she was doing.

"Uh…no." She said and the flight attendant left.

It wasn't long until they were up in the air and the man next to Tara fell asleep. He started snoring loudly and Tara groaned. This was going to be a long flight.

When Tara got off the plane her legs felt like jelly. She had a headache and wasn't in the best of moods. She looked around glumly for her new family she was supposed to meet. Sighing, she sat down in a chair and waited. She watched as the planes took off from the runway and yearned to be back on one home. She seemed to lose track of time as one plane flew in and another flew out.

"Hello, Tara is it?" The voice sounded and Tara counted to three before she turned around to see who it was.

She looked the lady up and down. The woman had dark skin and smelled of peppermint. "Yea who's asking?"

Ignoring the comment the woman smiled and held out her hand. "I am Mrs. Jones. I will be looking after you for a while."

Tara narrowed her eyes catching the 'for a while' part. So it wasn't going to be permanent, interesting. She didn't say anything and just stared at the woman. There was something strange about her. Of course she looked like any other of the people she was stuck with but hidden somewhere Tara could see a hint of reluctance and remorse. She decided not to read too much into it. It was probably nothing.

The woman helped Tara with her bags, which wasn't hard considering there wasn't much in them, and they walked outside. Mrs. Jones skillfully hailed a taxicab and they were soon on their way. Mrs. Jones didn't talk much nor ask any questions, for that Tara was grateful for.

Tara was confused when they stopped at a hotel type place. She gave Mrs. Jones a questioning look but got no answer. She seemed to be deep in thought. It wasn't until they were in the elevator to head up to their room did she finally ask. "Uh. Mind telling me why we are in a hotel?"

"Because this is where we are going to stay for the next few days." Mrs. Jones said simply.

Tara didn't say anymore. Wow this one was odd…

They unpacked when they got to their room. It wasn't much, just a small room with two beds and a few pictures. There was a television set against the wall and a small bathroom. Tara didn't bother unpacking and just crashed on the bed. The last thing she remembered was seeing Mrs. Jones turning off the lights and switching on the news. Tara fell asleep to the sound of the newscaster's voice. She smiled unconsciously. Aside from everything she has decided to hate about England she knew the only thing actually cool about the whole experience was the accents.

When she woke up she looked at the clock and it read 12:47. She tossed and turned trying to get back to sleep but couldn't so she stood up and went to the bathroom. She threw some cold water on her face and walked back to the bed. She stopped midway noticing something. Tara frowned. Where was Mrs. Jones? Her bed was straight and perfect looking undisturbed.

Unable to leave the mystery unrest, Tara snuck to the door and looked out. There was no one there. She closed the door and went and sat on a bed. She waited and thought about all the possibilities. Maybe aliens abducted her, or worse what if she was an alien herself? Tara shook her head and thought of more reasonable explanations. She could have decided she no longer wanted to look after a teenage girl and split when she thought Tara wasn't paying attention.

Her thoughts stopped when she heard hushed whispers coming from somewhere. She looked around for where the sound might have come from and came to a door. The door was for connecting her room and the room next to hers together. But it was locked and she didn't know who would be up at midnight to whisper in the darkness…well unless they were planning something…

Curiosity getting the better of her she slowly walked over to the door and put her ear against it. It was hard to make out the words but she caught a few here and there. "Can't believe… can't do this… why… again…" Was all she caught before all went silent. Tara frowned and leaned in closer to the door causing the floor to make a squeaking sound. Tara flinched and walked quickly but quietly back to her bed. She lay down and pretended to be sleeping. She tried to get her breathing down to normal and let them out slow and even.

The doorknob turned and the door opened silently. Tara closed her eyes. Her heart started racing and she was afraid it would give her away. Shut up, shut up, shut up… She scolded it silently.

"I can't believe you are doing this again… can't you people just learn from your mistakes?" Came a male voice in the darkness. It was quiet yet still held a menacing tone. It was strained and anxious. Tara listened intently. She heard the other person sigh but they didn't say anything.

"Ma'am, we have gotten the conformation that they are moving." This voice wasn't as quiet but probably got a glare from whoever was in the room because they quieted their voices. "Mr. Blunt wants this operation to quicken its pace."

Yet another sigh, and this time she heard Mrs. Jones talk. "I guess we have no choice." There was a pause. "I will tell her in the morning."

An angry snort sounds through the darkness and then a slight bang on the door announcing that someone has left.

"He is having trouble getting used to the idea… he will come around." Mrs. Jones said and then they left without another word.

Tara was left lying there confused. Who were these people and what did she get herself into?

AN: Well there you have it. The second chapter! Hope ya all enjoyed! I will try to make it more interesting as the story progresses.