Aarons Adventures - The Begining

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A new adventure begins with Aaron This story will be told from Aaron's point of view. It was just an ordinary day, nothing unusual about it, My dog Molly whom I've had since she was a pup, nuzzled me to get me out of bed letting me know her food bowl was empty and I needed to right this moment get out of bed and fill up. As a man of 24, I live alone in a one-bedroom apartment in New York City and my neighbors Fran and Jess make more noise than New Year's Eve or fireworks on the Fourth of July. But the rent is cheap at $1200 a month so I stay. I always thought my life was pretty mundane and boring until something changed it in ways i never thought humanly possible. As I got up for the day and began to get ready i noticed how quiet it was, living in a city the size of New York even on a Sunday it's not quiet, traffic flows night and day, and horns blare, but for some reason today it was quiet, too quiet. I grabbed Molly's Leash and headed for the door to go outside and take Molly for a walk. I had to find out why. As I step outside for a moment it's foggy like a deep fog that you get in London in Winter the kind of Fog that just eats into you. I step onto what I think is the pavement outside my apartment only to feel the grass under my feet. And here's the weird part. I look around me and there's not a skyscraper in sight, What had just happened? I looked down NO MOLLY! Where had she gone I'm not holding a leash I'm holding a briefcase one I have never seen before . What is going on? I look down at myself and I am wearing a suit, double breasted with a small chain coming out of my breast pocket. A man came up to me and says ¨Good morning governor, nice morning ain't it. , nothing like a fresh, London morning to get ya up and moving¨ LONDON !! I thought to myself, what the heck is going on? I turn around and behind me is not my apartment building but a single-level bungalow house with a stone wall separating the property from the street. After a moment of trying to clear my mind and trying to adjust my eyes hoping that i hadn't been drugged in my sleep, i take a deep breath and smile at the man who addressed me¨ i say, good sir, what is going on ( speaking with a posh British accent that I never had spoken before) The man stopped and looked at me like i had a carrot growing out of my head ¨What do you mean sir¨? " I went to bed last night in my New York apartment and woke up this morning in a House in London but I'm speaking with a rather posh accent like I'm the queen's council or something.¨ ¨ That because you are Sir Johnathan Arthur, sir, and the reason you speak with a British accent is (Trying not to laugh) because you are British as they come, and as for the Queen's council well yeah, you are like the head of the queen's council and you have a meeting in chambers in 45 minutes so we better be going.¨ I got into the car waiting for me , trying to figure out what happened. I? the head of the Queens Council and my name is Johnathan Arthur, I am not Aaron Mitchell from New York City, a teacher at Queens 104 High School. This is one trippy dream and I have no clue END of Chapter One Please give Lots of feedback as I can't wait to write the next chapter.