Today was the day. I'll be traveling 8 hours from my home in America to London. I'll be living with the Tomlinson household, and attending University of Arts in London as a transfer student for one year. I nervously stepped of the plane, and wrapped my jacket tighter, shivering under the colder climate of London. I immediately spot a man holding a piece of paper with my name on it, and walked over.
"Hey, I'm Samantha. Call me Sam." I smiled, and held out my hand.
"Nice to meet you, Sam, I'm Mr. Tomlinson, but you can call me Mark. " he shook my hand.
"Here let me help you." he reached for my luggage.
"Thanks, Mark." I said politely.
"So what would you be studying at UAL?" he asked as we headed over to his car.
"I'm majoring in Photography, but I'll be studying Fashion and Design as well." I answered.
"That's amazing! I used to be a photographer too, you know." he nodded.
"Really? Well, I hope it wouldn't be a bother if I asked you for help on my portfolio." I asked.
"Won't be a problem." he smiled.
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