I have been having nightmares. I have never been very good with change and moving from your home country to one thousands of miles away, is a massive change. Yes they speak the same language, but they have different food, TV programmes, lifestyles and the time difference to back home as well. I had tried to convince dad not to take the new job that would have him transferred, but he ignored me and said that it would be a fresh new start for us.

My nightmares had been getting darker as I imagined us being killed in the plane journey, or hostile locals carrying pitchforks and torches, angry that a family of Americans had moved in to their neighbourhood. It was all silly of course, nothing like that was going to happen, but the thought was still there and it was hard to shake.

There was nothing I could do to convince Mum and Dad that the move was a bad idea, so there I was aboard a British Airways flight to London and to our new life. Here is my story.

Thank you very much for reading, please rate and review. This is a sequel to 'Becoming Superboy'. I recommend reading that first.