A/N: Hey! So I have been writing mainly short stories lately. I have kind of been updating on my other chapter books, (Sorry if you guys actually like those and don't like waiting). I decided that this should be the chapter book I am known for. I only have one rule though… you have to review if you want another chapter. If I don't get reviews than I won't post another chapter. Those are the things that I need to make me keep writing. You got that? Great! Now enjoy this prologue then enjoy the first chapter!

Prologue

I was walking along the gloomy streets of London. I was holding an umbrella for it was raining, like every other day. It was cold, but I forgot to wear a jacket. I usually never make that mistake, but I was in rush this morning, because I was going to be late my first period at college. That was also another mistake I would never make on a normal basis, but I forgot to set my alarm clock last night due to staying up late writing.

I realized right when I left my apartment building that I forgot my coat, but I really did not have time to go to my apartment and get it. I stayed inside for the majority of the day, because all of my classes were inside, but now I was walking home, and I was freezing. Good thing it was a Friday, and I get two weeks off of school after today.

As I hurried to my apartment building so I didn't get pneumonia, my phone started to ring. This was nothing out of the ordinary, but it was from my mother. She moved to America about a year ago, because her new husband got a job there. I didn't mind her leaving, it's just I didn't want to hear her have one of those annoying American accents. I was especially concerned of it being one of those country accents since she was moving to Utah.

I answered the phone, and was greeting with a warm, "Hello Darling!" from her. She still had her British accent which was good. "Hey mom," I said, walking into my apartment building, "Why are you calling?" "Can't I just say hello to my baby boy? I miss you!" she laughed.

I feel like she has gotten a bit obnoxious. She has definitely been hanging around Americans. I say, "It costs a lot of money you know… to just say hello. Let's just make this quick, so I don't have a big bill." "Ok sweet heart. How is college? Are you making friends?" she asked.

"College is going good. I have learned a lot of writing skills, and… no."

"Sweetie you should make friends with people. College isn't all about the school work. It is about experience!"

"That wasn't what you said before leaving. What kind of Americans have been brainwashing you?"

"Why are you so against Americans? They are actually very nice! That is one of the reasons I called you!"

"To tell me how nice Americans are? No thanks."

"No, Arthur. You have a two week break right? Come and visit me! It will be fun!"

"I guess I have nothing better to do…"

"That's the spirit! Book a flight to leave London tomorrow! I can't wait to see you, and I have some fun things planned for you to do!"

We said our goodbyes, and I hung up the phone. She has actually changed a lot. She used to be very strict, and never worried about how I never made friends. In fact, she preferred me doing homework over anything else.

She was nice, but never this nice. It made me think that something was up her sleeve. I really didn't want to go to America, but I guess I could deal with it to see her. I packed my bags, booked my flight, and started to mentally prepare myself for going to America…

A/N: Prologue sucked, but review to see more! I am posting the first chapter just so you guys can get a real taste of the story. I felt like this story needed a prologue though…