I had never been on a plane. Never, really. Not that I remember of, anyway, maybe I have, but I don't remember. I was nervous about pretty much everything. Waving goodbye was not as I expected, I thought I would be thinking about them all the time until I get there, but I wasn't thinking about them when I got in the plane. I was thinking about everything else.

The constant doubt of what it was going to be like was still in my head, making me more and more curious. Hours in a plane to finally get to the place I've been wanting to go for such a long time... What is that place like, how are people there, are they nice? How is my new family going to be, the school, will it be close to my house? I couldn't stop wondering. When I looked around, it seemed to me like everyone in that plane but me knew exactly where to go and what to do when we get there.

It dawned on me I wouldn't have time to do a half of the things I wanted to, because I would probably be so tired I'd sleep on a chair if I try to stay sit for any longer. What a long trip, I couldn't stand being there anymore, I just wanted to get home and sleep.

But there was still a long time to go. Actually, the trip wasn't that long, but it seemed forever to me. I just wished I could make time go faster sometimes. And slower to, I have to admit, but at that moment, I just wanted everything to go faster, I wanted to do everything at the same time, because I couldn't wait to see it all, to feel it, to live it. A life different than mine, different time to wake up, different school, different family, different breakfast, different lunch, different dinner...

'Please do not stand up; we will be landing in a moment.' What?! I was about to ask the lady next to me if we were really there, because I couldn't believe it. Finally, finally, finally!! I was so excited, so scared, so happy, so nervous, all at the same time. I barely had time to look around, enjoy the place, check out how it really was, when I saw a sign with my name on it! How very fancy of me, I have a sign with my name on it! I walked straight to the man holding it. 'Hello', I said, extremely shy. 'Hi. Welcome to London. I'm guessing you're going to be my new daughter, am I right? I'm Peter, nice to meet you'. 'Nice to meet you too'. 'This is my wife, Isabel.' 'I'm sorry our children couldn't be here, they really wanted to meet you, but they all had plans for tonight.' Her voice sounded so comforting, and when I looked at their smiling faces, it really felt like home. 'You must be so tired, you had a long trip, we should get going.' I had so many questions that I got confused trying to organize my own thoughts, so I just smiled.

The airport was close to their house, but to me it seemed even closer. We talked during the whole time, about everything. They had as many questions about me as I did about them. Where I came from, how it was like… They told me they had three kids, William, the eldest, was 19 years old, Anne, the youngest, was 4, and Daniel, who was 14.

When we got there, Daniel and Anne were home, and they welcomed me with hugs and kisses. They were both blonde, though Anne much more than Daniel. They both had beautiful blue eyes too. Anne had such a happy look in her face, like a dream was coming true, and when she talked to me, I finally figured it out, why she was so happy. She said even though her brothers were very nice to her, she'd always wanted an older sister.

Daniel, on the other hand, didn't look very happy. I could see he had only hugged and kissed me because Peter and Isabel had asked him to. When I looked in his eyes I realized I would have to work hard to get his trust.

I was going to share a bedroom with Anne. They asked me if I was OK with that, because if not, Daniel could sleep with her and I would stay in his room. Of course it was OK, though I think if it wasn't I would probably not tell them, because it would make it even harder for Daniel to like me.

But that night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about the next day. I still had a lot to find out about that family, that city, the school I would go, and I had, of course, to get Daniel to like me. Easy. Easy. Easy? Yeah, I just had to relax.

My brain was working too hard, I would never fall asleep, so I decided to go downstairs. And I just sat there, by the window, watching the outside world that would be mine with the rise of the sun.

Suddenly, in the silence of the night, I heard something. It lasted only a second, but I could swear I heard something. What was it? I didn't know. I was a bit scared, to tell the truth, I just wouldn't admit it. I convinced myself that a dog had hit something on the street, before I decided to go to bed out of fear. So I started to look through the window again, when someone entered the room. In the 2 seconds it took me to turn around, he said 'Who are you?'