Cloud after cloud passed by as Allen's dark brown eyes trailed after them with a sense of longing and despair; had it not been for his father the young teen wouldn't have never even boarded the cursed plain he now sat in. In a full flight with over fifty people, Allen felt completely and utterly alone. Nothing could fill the empty void of what he had left behind--his life in the United States, his friends, his family and even that wretched school he once hated. But all of that simply did not matter anymore, everything was a thing of the past. It had been only 2 hours since he had boarded the plane, the flight attendants catered to his every will, making even the smallest--and easiest--of favors possible for his selfish self. Next to him sat a large woman; dressed in the most extravagant--and pricy nonetheless-- of fashions. The woman excluded the scent of greed all of over her, enough to even win over her overly used perfume. She made Allen sick as she scarfed down a large piece of lobster as the other passengers were forced to eat unsavory airplane sandwiches and coffee. Dusk approached sully, it signaled on how real his soon to be adventure really was. Most, if not all, of the passengers were already preparing for their well deserved rest. Even at a normal degree temperature, the sight of the night sky, chilled Allen's bones as he smiled. With a pillow at his neck and a large woolen blanket covering his body, he quickly, fell to sleep off the rest of the long awaited hours until England. It was not long before one of the flight attendants spoke across the intercom and expressed Allen's long dreaded news. Th plane would land in a mere few minutes. Joy. Through out the whole arrival, luggage claim and even exit of the airport, Allen remained with a single dominant scowl plastered on his face. He really did not want to be here. "Uncle, I'm home" Exclaimed the boy as he pulled forcefully on a patch of heavy luggage. Allen's uncle, Angelo, took notice of this and proceeded to help his nephew out, while his wife, Patricia, gave a warm motherly-hug to her nephew as well. "You've got a long day ahead of you, child. Sleep tight, you'll be attending Estinthion Academy the day after tomorrow!" Chirped Patricia as he served a hot bowl of tomato soup to Allen. "Can't wait" He muttered sarcastically as he sipped graciously on his soup.