Chapter One:
Drip, drop, drap was the slow and agonising beginning of the day. I slowly begin the ritual of opening my eyes, in hope of the beginning of a simplistic day; a day of which changes nothing. I elegantly raise my face over to watch the drips of the morning rain slowly fall down my loft window, while I gaze into the distance of Rhondda Valleys as the rising sun turns the clouds into a pink mist. I begin the slow decent from my bedroom, while swiftly putting on my soft and comforting dressing gown. As I descend to the ground floor, I find myself continuing the same ritual; a ritual of boredom, although it still feels like a ritual of passion; a simplistic passion.
As the passion drains over me, the warmth of the shower water brings comfort and joy. The nice feeling of water slowly sliding down me, following the ridges and curves of my body, brings the satisfaction of the early rise. For most, an alarm braking in at the midst of their dream brings a loathing feeling, whereas the steady droplets awakens me into a nice soothing feeling; one of which creates willingness to awake. The sensation of the warm water sharply awakens the defiant sleepiness of the rest of my body, of which is quickly followed by the satisfaction of a clean and ready edge; ready to attack or defend whatever the world throws at me. Soon after, I begin my slow jog into the sunny pink mist of the early morning, in order to liberate my morning job: dog walking.
My sharp five minute jog to see Samantha, my friendly companion, allows me to share to beauty of early world each day. The beautiful driveway entices all viewers to look onto what may be mistaken for a Royal Garden. Day after day, I am continuously astounded by the stunning beauty, of not only the drive way, but also the property. Although the Victorian building offers a camouflaged gothic look, the charismatic feeling it supplies more than makes up for the deathly heartache it creates.
Samantha, a beautiful golden retriever, is the sole animal member of the Roberts family. The prise possession belonging to the Right Honourable Gentleman, Dr. Carl Roberts, Member of Parliament, and of course, his stunningly beautiful wife, Mrs. Nancy Roberts. Sam, is an elegant female companion, one of which is highly trained. Together, we walk and run up and down the local hills, gliding through my lack of a romantic life and easily removing me from realitiy. On the usual day, we quickly ascend to the peak of the hill, running or walking through the meadows that make up the majority of this hillside. We diligently and smoothly take our lonely place on the side of the hill as we attempt to remove ourselves form reality, while trying to metaphorically place ourselves in a bubble.
However, today shadowed a lack of normality as a lone figure took prize place at the peak of this hill. Within the early hours of the morning, it was abnormal to see anyone along the route, let alone some lonesome teenager. The boy, or possibly young man, required a decision; walk past and pretended not to notice, or to stay and continue the normal routine of calmly playing with Sam. Although my shy attitude would usually attempt to keep to the former, the decision was removed from my hands as Sam took an adoptive attitude to the person.
As I began my slow approach to Samantha as well as what appeared to be a young man, I saw the affection that he was showing her. Rather than appear startled or dismayed at her appearance, he appeared more relieved. He appeared to be grateful.
"I do apologise" I began, "She's a friendly companion with an attitude in her own right".
The young man politely turned to face me, while showing me the true emotions upon his face. The close inspection revealed the beautifully tear flooded face he held. He looked over further in order to examine me, while I suppose I was only doing the same. His beautiful petite body and face, entangled with his lavishing beautiful curly hair revealed very little, however as I gazed on into his eyes my feeling’s began to change. A sudden warmth into my stomach began to entangle me as it made me speechless. I am unable to understand or explain why, however I can only assume it is because of the embarrassment of Sam’s sudden appearance.
"That's okay" he shyly said, “What’s her name? She's one of the most beautiful dogs I have ever met".
"Samantha Roberts, pet of the local MP, Carl Roberts" I replied with pride, "I think she likes you; she always a good judge of character".
He slowly began gazing into the valleys, while his facial expression showed very little change. He didn't appear to want anything, however you could still see his wonderfully sea like blue eyes thinking. Thinking about what though? He turned and faced Sam while pulling her face towards his as he captured the whole attention and affection of her. He mumbled a few words to her, nothing of which I was able to understand and looked towards me and gestured his hand, a sign of good will of which I sharply grasped as he began speak:
"Brad" he calmly exclaimed, "Bradley Will Simpson, I'm new here".
Chapter Two:
