It had been a long travel to Rosewood and Spencer Hastings was nothing short of exhausted. Coming to Rosewood from London had not been a nice journey at all. Her parents had been asleep and her sister had been annoying before also falling asleep. Spencer watched the films on the plane and ate before she eventually falling asleep, only to be awake by her parents shortly before landing. The airport had been ridiculous because they had to wait for bags and her father had kicked up a fuss about their bags coming first because they were first class. Spencer agreed at this moment with him but wasn't because she agreed in general but she just wanted to get to the new house and start to catch up on the sleep that she had missed and that was going to mess up her system due to jetlag.
After twenty minutes had passed, the Hastings had all of their possessions and bags and were ready to get into a cab that would take them all the way to Rosewood which was an hour away from the airport. Her sister fell asleep in the car and Spencer stared through the windows, falling in and out of light sleep every minutes or so until they reached the house. She got her bags and suitcases and dragged them into the house and took one of the bags to the top floor where her room was situated, leaving the other bags and her suitcases downstairs for her to sort some other time.
She got changed into a vest top and shorts and climbed into the bed that was waiting for her, she had never been so happy to see a bed in her life. The sheets and the blankets were cold which felt lovely on her skin as she had been overheating in the cab for the past hour and the american air was warm unlike the rainy, cold breeze of England. She placed her iPhone on the table at the side of the bed and noted the time. 3:55am which meant that it was 8:55 in London which meant her english friends would have started class half an hour. She considered texting them but she fell asleep too quickly, the travel taking it's toll on her.
Spencer did not awake until much later that day, it was half six in the evening by the time she woke up and left her bed. She yawned before looking going to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She could not be bothered with sorting out her hair and make up because she knew she was only going to go back to sleep shortly afterwards. She walked back out of the bathroom and put on an old hockey jersey from her high school and a pair of jogging pants, otherwise known as the 'comfy attire' to Spencer.
She stood and looked around the room that she had been given. There was a double bed against the wall that had dark blue sheets and cover with black soft pillows. There were darkwood bedside tables at either side of the bed, one of which held a blue lamp and currently held her phone. There was a wardrobe also of darkwood which was empty at the moment but she was sure would be filled in a few days. A table in the corner of the room which she knew would be halved for her homework and school work as well as hair and beauty products as there was a mirror there.
There was a large window with black draping curtains that allowed the view of the huge garden that was around the side and back of the house as well as a large barn. The grass had been cut short and was beautifully green. Her room had a white ensuite bathroom which also had blue featured items and white towels to keep with the theme.
She continued to look and keep a reserved look on her face as she couldn't yet decide whether she was happy or not that she was in America. She only stopped thinking and moved when she heard the doorbell ring. She found her way down the stairs and to the main door where all of the bags and the suitcases currently were sitting, waiting to be taken and sorted out by their owners. She opened the door to a caramel skinned girl with brown eyes and black hair with curls falling down. She felt awful in comparison, she was fresh faced with no make up and her hair was a messy curly from not brushing it when she got up, part of her wished that she had made some form of effort.
"Hello, I'm Emily Fields" The girl spoke slowly with a smile after registering that maybe the girl was tired and had not been awake that long. Her voice was strongly american to Spencer and was one of the first ones that she had heard due to paying no attention to any americans when she had arrived in the country.
"Spencer Hastings" She replied quickly hoping that the girl would not judge her on her English accent but instead she got another smile.
"So you are English, my mom said she wasn't sure if you were. Apperently her and your dad talked a few months ago when he came here. We live two blocks down and my mom thought it'd be nice if she sent me around with the complimentary welcome food basket" Emily spoke before laughing.
"So typically american with the baskets, these never get sent in England but thank you. I appreciate it and be sure to tell her thank you. I'm sure my family will appreciate it when they all wake up" Spencer responded.
"I will do. I'd love to speak to you more but I've got to get going as dinner is almost ready and this was a quick run. Enjoy the food and I'll maybe see you at school" She said before smiling and turning around. Spencer held the basket and turned to go back inside before Emily yelled her name.
"Spencer! I totally love your accent by the way" She said before setting off into a light jog down the street. Spencer rolled her eyes at the typical american attitude towards her accent. She knew that there was a possibility of it happening. She took the basket and locked the door before placing the basket on the kitchen. She noticed that it had a note and thought that she'd leave it for her parents to read before she stole an apple that was in there.
She went upstairs so that she could perhaps go back to bed.