It Started With Hello

Chapter 1- Home Alone

(AN: Farley is to the side looking adorable)

Arabella-
"Come on Farley, let's go to bed." I tell him as I get up from the counter. I quickly grab a piece of paper. To write a note to Noah an Uncle Simon that I arrived to their house safely.

Noah, I received your note upon arriving and feeding Farley. Thank you for the kind thought. I left the money under the jar. If you find you need it. There is fresh spaghetti and sauce in the fridge for you and Uncle Simon. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Even though you seem to believe otherwise, you're one of the bet cousins. Sweet dreams.

~Arabella.

I head up the large main stair decorated beautifully for the coming holidays. Farley at my feet bounding the stairs with me. I begin to talk to him. "Well Farley, I had a blast upon arrival to the Scotland airport.  Having come from three train stations one in France, one in Luxembourg, and one in Belgium delayed by snowy tracks from Switzerland. Getting on a plane in Belgium to fly over to South Hampton. That's one airport. Four train stations. And one long cab ride. I think Uncle Simon forgot I was coming."

I push open my bedroom door and switch on the light. The only light switch for my room works with the lamp. Yeah, don't know why I don't have an over head light, not that I'm complaining, the lam lights up the whole room. Good, the lamp is still connected to the light. I look around to my black, silver, and blue room. The walls are a royal blue. The bed is a black and silver queen four poster. The furniture is red oak stained black. The door is white as all the other doors are, but the curtain that separates the door from the rest of the room is silver. Posters line my walls, one wall for music, one for theatre, one for musicals, and the last for books. My closet has pictures of my family and a few of my classmates on the doors. The French doors open to a two story walk in, it has an over head light, weird right? (It has steps and a ledge to walk on to get to the second row of racks. I only use the top row. Bottom row is a sitting area.) I have a section where I keep my shoes. A section of the room for bags and accessories. Jewelry is in the back against the back left corner wall. I have a black and silver chaise lounge in the closet. Along with a book shelf along the whole bottom left wall filled with all kinds of books. Back in my bedroom is small writing table in the back corner near the balcony with windowed French doors painted black to match my furniture. Farley for whatever reason always sleeps on the shag blue rug that is at the foot of my bed where my other chaise lounge, this one is blue and silver sits. He never likes to sleep on my bed. I keep my running shoes under the lounge. The fine silver curtain matching the one to get in, tied back with a deep royal blue satin ribbon. My dresser has a music box and a few trinkets from school. My night stand has a blue wine bottle shaped lamp with a silver and black lampshade a small blue digital alarm clock that will wake me at 3 every morning to go jogging. A small calendar with pictures of, well this year I didn't pick it out, it has pictures of flowers. Stark contrast to my room. Normally I find calendars that would blend well. Usually pictures of night cityscapes. Or fireworks. Fireworks are always pretty. If you were to go from the door left to right it would be closet, against the same wall as the door, night stand and my bed against the next wall, dresser, balcony doors, and writing desk against the third wall, then the last wall has a few storage shelving units against the wall and on the wall, little cubes to store things, then my bathroom, which is pretty big. 1 walk in shower, one soaker tub, the toilet, a single vanity and a linen closet. Then you're back to my bedroom door.

I quickly change into my pink warm fleece pajamas and brush my teeth before crawling into bed. "Night Farley." I get a quiet growl in response. I click off my lamp.