Kurayami: I hope you'll enjoy reading my story. It is my first. If you have time, send me a review to give me ideas and point out my mistakes. I am terribly sorry for my grammar and spelling mistakes, English is not my first language. Also the first few chapters will be short, but it will get longer very soon. I may not update that much either.

Note: Nearly everything about Islam in this story is not true in real life.

My name is Fatima. I have come from the Middle East to study Supernaturals. I am not what you may call an average woman from the Middle East. I have white skin, hazel eyes and light brown hair mixed with some blonde. You will find more about me as you read this story.

At last, I have arrived at my destination. I descended down the steps and out of the ship with the other passengers. In my hand I was carrying a normal-sized bag that contained a few of my precious belongings and a change of clothes.

I smiled. No sun, living in London will be great! I stared happily at the grey clouds blocking the sun rays.

I passed by the crowd of people that were waiting for the some other passengers to come out and walked down the streets looking for an inn; it was getting dark pretty fast. The few people that were out on the streets were giving me some looks as I walked by them. I looked around to see what is the difference between my clothes and the women in London.

Hm, I am wearing trousers while the women are wearing dresses, but it is perfectly normal in my country. I'll go buy some dresses in the morning. I also must try on the so-called corset. Mother told me they are very comfortable!

I walked for about ten minutes until I found a nice, small but comfortable-looking inn. I ignored the bar and walked straight to an old man behind the reception desk.

"Excuse me, sir; do you have a room that I can spend a week in?" I asked politely.

"Why yes, young lady. Not many people come over here at this time of the year, only few come visiting their families from overseas."

"Well, I plan on staying in England but when I'm even older, I would like to travel a bit more."

"Ah, young people, they want to travel and explore the world. We old people don't have the energy." He sighed sadly.

"Even if old people don't have energy, they can still make changes to this world, can't they? They teach children about traditions, manners and how the world was. History makes the world, without it, we'll never be able to move forward."

"I thank you for cheering me up, not many people have the right words." The old man smiled kindly.

After chatting with the old man for a while – who introduced himself as James – I went to my room to sleep. It has been a long day and I could use a good night's rest.

It is funny how people think I'm 17 or 18 with only eye makeup, if I put on full makeup I wonder what age will they guess I am. 21? Well, I am tall for my age that is 14. I do not think I need to wear heels anymore, since I am 160cm tall.

I smirked as I washed the makeup off. I then took off my heavily-accented black clothes. I then wore a black tank top and stared at my slightly overweight body for a while guiltily then blew the candles and slipped in the bed.

I need to stop sleeping like this, but of course I can't – and will not. I usually sleep nude as a baby since it is extremely comfortable, but here in London it seems colder and I don't want to catch a cold on the very first day. Also, I can't wait to eat their sweets! I heard from the other passengers on the ship that they eat scones in the morning. Is that some kind of candy? I shall try to meet some 'Supernatural', there were very few from where I came from.

With that as a last thought, I slowly drifted to sleep.

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