A Boeing 777 was flying.

I undeterminably listened to Sam Smith's songs and looked outside the window of the plane. The sky was grey and the cloud was denser when the plane was flying down the airport. The rain was pouring hard and I could feel the humidity really clearly.
"Anderson, we are almost there." - That was my step mom. 
"I'm alright, you don't have to ask so frequently." - I replied. My mom had died because of a breast cancer, when I was only three. My father wanted to fill up the space my mom had left, and immediately he married a second wife, Mallory. But  four years ago, my dad thence also passed away. Mallory had taken the responsibility of me from that time. 
"Okay, I'm sorry." - Mallory said.

The plane finally landed on the ground. I went out, the place was utterly unfamiliar to me and much different from New York. After taking our suitcases we had a cab pick us up and go to my new house.
I turned on Coldplay music and again unconsciously watched the streets and people in London. I had always stereotyped London as a polite and elegant city before I actually came here. The scene was quite similar to New York, but some how it is sadder and more... emotional, I suppose. The traffic was like in NYC, messy and crazy. I could smell the combinable atmosphere between smoke from cars and fresh, pure humidity. I passed by a school bus with a name on it, "Fall Hampton High School" and that was my new school.

"Hello, madam, welcome to London, how do you feel?" - The house agent spoke with a truly English accent.
"Thank you, we all feel excited, and the house is beautiful, Josh!" - Mallory smiled back.

Meanwhile, I came into the house, tried to delete all the prejudices about the houses in England. I thought they would be tiny, woody and have few trees. But most of them were the opposite. Yet maybe we were living in the suburban and there seemed more spacious and serene than the middle of the city. I searched all the rooms, found any places just for me beside my room. I came upstairs, out to the top floor of the house and saw around my new neighborhood. It was a peaceful and a lot of green place, unlike many buildings and constantly moving people around in New York. I sat down a small chair there and put on my coat hat, wiped my glasses clean by my shirt. My iPhone now changed to the song of Adele, "When we were young". Some how, I suddenly missed my family, my friends in New York, I called Meg.
"What's on, Anderson, how is there? Have you visited Sherlock's house? Have you met the orchestra? Oh, tell me, please!" - Meg was my best friend since we were all in same hospital we were born.
"No, I have not yet. I have just arrived here, it is rainy and humid, you know, London. Now I am in my new house, it is kind of boring. I miss you and I want to come home , Meg."
"Don't be silly, Ander, it is your dream, remember? It would be selfish if I kept you just for me, if you still considered me your best friend, stay there, do the dream and when you are famous, you have to tell everyone I used to be your best friend, ok?" Meg said so fast. But it agitated me.
"You will always be my best friend, Megan, I do promise, I would be a famous pianist and then let you also be famous too."
"That's my girl, I and your parents will always be proud of you, Ander. Keep remembering, whenever, wherever you are, we keep following you being by your side every time, honey." - Meg told me, I cried. I did not even say a thank to Megan then the connection lost. I held my phone and tried to clear away all the tear in my eyes.

"Anderson, are you OK?" - Mallory came to me with an umbrella. "You miss your beloved ones, don't you?".
"Yes... I am scared if I could make it or not..." I snobbed.
"Ok, I see. Honey, it takes time to do it. Whether successful or not, your parents, Megan, and I would always support you with all I can do for you, I promise, whatever is going to happen in our new life, you and I will stand forever together.