I suggest doing some research on this time period and London. It will help you understand what is going on a little better. To start off: Type in "History of London" on wikipedia and you will find a lot of cool stuff, including a map of London in the year 1300! I love history!

"Hello! What's your name?"

I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't even notice this newcomer walk right up to me, in the form of a little girl. It was too dark, though, to be able to tell anything else about her.

"Uh, Huey" I said, standing up, slightly surprised, "And you?"

"My name's Jazmine DuBois! Say, what are ya doin' out here so late, all by yourself?" she asked, scanning the deserted, English streets for any trace of a companion I may have been with.

"I could ask you the same question" I replyed, "Anyway, this is my home right here. I just came out for some fresh air"

"Really?! You live here?!" she exclaimed, pointing to my new, large home.

"Yes, why?"

"I live right across the street, in that house right there!" she said excitedly, pointing to the, also large, home behind her. "Wow, this is going to be great. Hardly any kids my ag- excuse me, how old are you?"

"10"

"Hardly any kids my age live on Leadenhall street. This is going to be great! We can hang out everyday! Oh, it's going to be so much fun!"

"Whoa, hold your horses. We just met"

"I know, but I'm just sooo excited! We can walk to the market, or pretend to be royalty, or we can just sit by the river Thames and watch the stars"

"Geez, what's with this girl!" I thought, "We've only known each other for about two minutes and she already thinks we're best friends! It must be a white girl thing"

"I'll just take your silence as a yes!" concluded Jazmine, "Yay, yay, YAY!!"

"Uhhh, yeah… I think I'll just go inside now"

As I opened the front door of my family's new home, flooding the street with the candlelight from within, I could hear the girl following me in.

"Look, kid, I don't think…"

I couldn't complete my sentence, because as I turned around, I saw Jazmine for what she truly was for the first time.

"You're African!?" I exclaimed, "But, how's that even possible? How can there possibly any more people like me so far away from the motherland? But wait a second. You don't look quite right, like there's a little Caucasian in you too"

"That's because, there is" she said admittedly, "I'm half African and half English"

"How!?" I questioned, even more baffled.

"It's a long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"I'm still listening, aren't I?"

"Okay" she said, "But that means we have to play tea party tomorrow"

"Or I could just leave" I said, starting to walk inside.

"Okay, okay! It all started during the Third Crusade. My ancestors used to live in the city of Acre as slaves until 1191 when King Richard the Lionheart captured it in the name of the Crusaders. My ancestors' masters fled to Damascus, leaving my ancestors alone, facing the Crusader knights. But King Richard took pity on my family. He told them that they were welcome to come back to England along with all the other slaves that were left in Acre. And so they did, and generations later, my family was running out of other Africans to marry and have children with, so my daddy had no choice but to marry and English lady. But he says that it was the best decision of his life."

"Wow, how do you know all of this?"

"My daddy tells me the story whenever I feel lonely and out of place and tells me to be proud of my differences and where I came from"

Then it hit Jazmine.

"You're African too!"

"Yeah, I am"

"This is great! Now I know we're meant to be best friends!"

"I really don't think that that's such a great idea. We still come from very different places. I mean, you're family's lived here for 195 years and mine has only just got here"

"Oh, I see" she said sadly. She then began to walk back in the direction of her house, trying her best not to break down. But, it was no use. In seconds, Jazmine was on her knees crying her little eyes out.

"Oh, geez" I thought, "Does my friendship really mean this much to her? I guess I could throw her a bone"

"I sniff just wanted a sniff friend!" she cried to herself.

"Jazmine, I suppose that we can, you know, do something, sometime, I guess"

Before I could react, Jazmine had pulled me into one of the tightest hugs I had ever had before.

"Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!"

"Jazmine, release!"

"Oh, sorry" she said, slightly embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it" I said, catching my breath.

"Well" she said, "You better go inside and get some sleep! We're going to have a big tomorrow!"

"Whatever" I said.

When I reached my front door, I turned around.

"Bye Huey!" she called while waving to me on the top step leading to her front door.

"Bye, Jazmine DuBois" I said to myself after she had closed her door.

I was just about to close my door, when just at that moment, something caught my eye. It was the form of a dark figure on top of Jazmine's house. But in the next second, it was gone. I directed my eyes to the rooftops down the street and saw it dashing off and then turn east, in the direction of Cornhill street.

"Maybe living in England could be a bit interesting" I told myself.

"I'm not about to let this opportunity slip away" I thought while climbing the side of my house to reach the rooftops above.

I know I haven't gotten to the Hundred Years War yet, but in the meantime, do some research on it. And I know you probably have some questions, but don't worry. They will be answered.