Mirror of Secrets

Chapter One

ChapterOne

Calliope clutched her typewriter to her chest as she made her way up the rocky, dirt driveway that led to her new home. She held the handle o fa large suitcase, pulling it along with her. Its wheels got caught on rocks or the thick dirt at times which made her have to tug it harshly while trying not to drop her heavy typewriter. Her father was behind her, tugging three suitcases behind him with tired breaths of exhaustion. Calliope looked back at her father,

"It's so different here. Our apartment back in London is a total opposite of this place." She said and turned to look at the large house surrounded by forest again, scanning everything with her pale, blue eyes.

"Different isn't bad. Come on, love, let's go look inside." Her father said softly and took a few more steps to catch up to the place where Calliope stood.

"We probably should have gotten help with moving," Calliope laughed slightly, "I'd help you but, alas, my hands are full as well."She turned back to the path ahead, beginning to make her way up the driveway. The cool, autumn breeze made her hair blow over her face.Clouds filled the sky, it was overcast and it looked like it was about to rain.

"I'm fine, just tired and I have slight jet lag." Her father chuckled and looked up at the sky as a small raindrop fell on the brim of his nose. "Let's get inside before we get soaked...our furniture and rest of our stuff will be here tomorrow."

Calliope nodded as she breathed in the fresh, rain scented air. "It's absolutely beautiful." She smiled and stepped onto the porch of the home, pulling her suitcase up the porch with her. She sighed in relief when she noticed the porch swing. It was wooden with a white cushion, the wood faded with splinters in some places but it worked fine when you were tired and needed to rest your legs. Calliope sat down on the porch swing, setting her typewriter beside her with her suitcase leaning against her leg.

"How conventional, I like it. And I can finally set my luggage down,"Her father said as he set two of the three large suitcases down,taking out the house key from the back pocket of his jeans. "You should open it Calliope." He looks down at her from where he stood by the door.

She looked up at her father, "sure, why not?" Calliope softly with her English accent as she stood up, taking the key from her father.The key was small in her pale hand and she took it, using it to unlock the door. She slowly pushed open the door and peered into the empty, two story home. "It's quite big." She mumbled in a soft whisper as she looked around. Her father grabbed his suitcases and walked into the home, leaving Calliope by the doorway since she hadn't walked in yet. Calliope stepped outside and hastily grabbed her antique, black typewriter and navy blue suitcase. A dark, wooden staircase was visible from the entrance and there was a kitchen to the right hand side of the staircase. Calliope shut the door behind her since it was cold outside and rain was now dotting the sidewalk and dirt path. Her father set his suitcases down,

"I call choosing my room first. And did you see the running trails in the forest behind here?"Calliope laughed, "can I have the room with all the windows upstairs? It's a good poetry writing environment and yes, I did. I happen to be observant." She joked and shifted the messenger bag that hung loosely over her shoulder.

"I know you're observant. I happen to be observant too, that's why I know that you're observant." Her father chuckled and went towards the kitchen to the right, "and you can pick your room first."

"Thanks dad," Calliope laughed softly, "you can see Cepheus first when he comes tomorrow." She started up the suitcase, holding her typewriter tightly against her chest in fear of it falling. She had almost made it all the way up the stairs when she heard her dad, "Oh I don't think Cepheus would want to see me first, he'd have to see you first." He called from downstairs. Cepheus was their light,brown border collie. They'd had him since Calliope was twelve years old, so four years. Which also meant Cepheus was only four years old.Calliope named him after the constellation Cepheus because it was her first constellation that she saw. She saw it when she was eight and her father took her stargazing on a cool, November night. She fell in love with constellations, stargazing, and when the time came to name her dog her first constellation, Cepheus came to her mind.