My vision was blury when I opened my eyes. My head hurt a bit, and my throat was scratchy.

"Hello? Are you awake?" A high, whisper-like voice entered my ears and I turned my head to the noise.

"H-hello." I copied her language as my eyes adjusted and everything went clear. I think it was a female which said it as she had soft features and a curvy body. Her auburn hair was tied with a band so it wasn't in her face and she looked concerned.

"Do you feel better? You took a rough hit."  

"Rough...hit?" I understand the English language, as well as many others, but I did not understand the phrase.

"Yeah, you ran into the road and got hit by a car."

"Oh. I feel fine. My throat hurts though, and my head."

"That's probably because you haven't had anything to drink for at least 24 hours. You've been out cold."

"Oh."

"Do you remember anything? Like your name? Age? Where you live?" She slowly picked up a pencil and looked at the papers she was holding, before looking back at me. It looked like a form. A few of the boxes were already filled in, like my gender, height, and blood type but some were empty.  Suddenly a buzzing filled my ear and I winced, making her eyebrows change shape into a....confused face.

"Is the connection back yet?!"  A familiar voice yelled, presumably from further away from the microphone which was connected to the earpiece I was wearing. 

"I don't know! Sanadar can you hear me? San?" 

Yes I can hear you. I thought, which traveled through the connections and to their receiver.

"Oh thank the sun! Listen, are you okay? You got hit. Nothing was injured though, but we had to delay your healing so it wouldn't look wired."

Oh, right. What should I tell her my name is?

"Oh! God, I didn't think of that...Uhh...Sam. Tell her it's Sam Jo Sung. Sam sound like San doesn't it? Plus you do look Korean."

"My name is Sam Jo Sung." The lady smiled and nodded, scribbling it down in the box.

"And your age?"

"18." Luckily I remembered that. I''m good with numbers.

"Lastly, address." She beamed a kind smile, the complete opposite to what I was feeling.

Address?! I don't know! Um, right what do 18 year old's usually do?

"School?" I suggested.

Right! Tell her your going to enrol to....St Martins? The Arts University? Oh, and that your living in the dorms there.

"I'm going to St Martins. I'll be living tin the dorms."

"Oh right! Congratulations, it's a hard university to get into, very competitive, but one of the best! Good luck!" 

"Thank you." I smiled, and rose from the bed. She did the same, brushing her skirt and then lead me to the main reception where I could leave. Giving my thanks,I entered the outside through the sliding doors to find the location of St Martins. I had already received my papers for entry, I felt them ping into my bag which was slung loosely on my shoulder.

I managed to arrive at the university without injuring myself this time, and the people around me seemed to accept my presence into their everyday society which was good. They carried on without a care in the world, and I carried on, set on my goal to enrol to the university.

The building loomed over me, made of old red bricks and windows which allowed outsiders a glimpse of the world within the walls of the prestigious arts university that was,St Martins. There were a few students and faculty members walking about the grounds and a pang of fear hit me. Had I missed the enrolment date?!

Don't worry, you'll be fine. We managed to infiltrate the data base and added in your application. The interview is scheduled for now. Go win it, brother!

I headed into the main reception, which was neat and professional with frames of students artwork dotted across the paintwork.

"I'm Sam Jo Sung? I'm here for the interview." The receptionist looked up from their notes and nodded.

"One minute." They mouthed, holding up their index finger. I found myself copying their actions, and their vision flickered from the paper to me and put they down the phone. Did I do something wrong? I put my hand down and my cheeks grew hot.

"Sorry, welcome to St Martins, the interview room is just down the hall and to the left." Leaning over the desk, they pointed to the direction I was to follow and picked up the ringing phone again, answering to a strangers call.

"Good luck!" They called out as I turned the corner. Waving, I edged into the interview room, knees trembling. Wringing my hands, I looked around at the faces in the room, all busy with work. 

"Hello, are you here for an interview?" A short female with a choppy brown bob with white and pink highlights smiled up and me, bouncing. In her hands she clutched a brown envelope.

"Yes." She patted me shoulder before slipping past to leave.

"Good luck!" She giggled, and skipped off. I spun round, and watched her leave.

"You too!" I called out, nervously, she spun around and grinned, before leaving the building, greeting a few bystanders who were waiting for her.

"Are you here for an interview?" An older sounding voice entered my hearing from the left and I turned to see a greying old man with glasses standing next to me. 

"Yes." 

"This way," He replied, gesturing to a room with a desk and leaflets. The man sat on one of the chairs in a small side room and gestured to the other. I sat down on it and stared, awaiting further instructions.

"So, you want to take the art course? Why is that?" He  looked up over his gold frames and placed his chin on the tips of his fingers.

"I've always been interested in art and I think I am quite good at it. I would like to exercise the opportunity to turn it into a career."

"I see, well if what you say is true, the possibility may arise. May I see your portfolio."

Behind you. I put your own work in it, I thought that you'd like that. Your grades are there too. We converted your lesson titles to what they would be on Earth. 

"Yes, here it is. My grades are there too, if they're relevant at the moment." I saw his thick eyebrows collide like meteors and he glanced at me with a concerned eye. Did I say something wrong?

"Hmm, well I'll look at them first." He mumbled as he scanned the page. Taking his glasses off, he rubbed his eyes and blew out hot air from his chapped lips.

"I dare say you study hard, All A's, and a few A*, might I say well done for your continuous effort! Are you sure they're not forged?"

"Uh-" I felt sweat trickle down my spine and my words got caught in my throat. What will happen now?!

Relax, Sanadar, play it cool. It might be sarcasm, you know how they are...

"I was joking, don't worry relax, I won't eat you you know!" He bellowed, tears brimming at his eyes as he flicked through my portfolio, the sleek pages slipping and falling though his fingers as he looked at the artwork that I had created back on my home planet.

"Astonishing...really detailed...yet some abstract. Your work reminds me of Picasso at some points but others...you really have some talent! Would you mind telling me the inspiration  of  this artwork?" A thin, wrinkled finger pointed to the painting onto he page and I examined it swiftly, thinking of an excuse. I couldn't tell him that it was a painting of my homeland...could I?

This will work to your advantage. Tell him that it is a painting of a distant land in the greater space that you thought of after seeing an exhibition of Picasso's own work.

"It's a painting I thought of after seeing an exhibition of Picasso's, actually. I though of it when I was looking at the night sky on my way to London, it's of a planet in the distant space."

"Mystical and well executed. Well, Jo Sung, I think you have a place here! I expect to see you soon when the courses start! Well done!" He patted me on the back and let out a rippling laugh which shook my body, pressing a brown envelope into my chest. I smiled broadly, the first part of the plan was complete.

"Well done!" The receptionist called out as I left the building.

"Thank you, see you at the start of term." I bowed and left as the siding doors parted ways for me, it made me jump but the positive energy was flowing through me so much I didn't care about the moving doors.

"Hello again! " The girl from before, with the brown and pink bob was sat on the bench outside. The people who she had greeted had left and she was alone.

"Hello, where did they go?"

"Who? Oh, the people who I went to see. They went to their lessons, old friends of mine they are."

"Oh right."

"Did you get in?" She asked, gesturing to the envelope which I was clutching at. I nodded.

"Awesome, so we'll see more of each other!" I nodded again, my cheeks burning a bit.

"Actually, are you busy right now? I was going to go out sightseeing but I have no-one to go with so..." She looked to the side, her fringe obscuring part of her face and she crossed her arms as if she was creating a barrier between us.

"Uh...sure...what's sight-seeing?" I held me envelope closer to my chest and felt my antennae twitch with nerves.

"When you go out to see parts of a new area, like seeing famous monuments and stuff. Are you not from here?"

"I'm from...Korea."

"Really! That's cool. Tell me more!" She beamed as I followed to her to a bus stop where we would proceed with sight-seeing, all the while, feeding her information about Korea and an area called Incheon where a famous Korean singer called Bang Young-Guk was from...