Masterpiece {h.s}

13. First Day & New Friend

*I'm sorry for the wait, I had a lot on my mind lately. But it's here now. If you're still reading my story I love you forever*



Running away.

That's all I seem to be able to do. Run away and ignore my problems.
In the past couple of days, I stayed in the apartment, wondering if moving to New York was me running away from my problems back in Providence or if it was me moving on.
I wish I could definitely say that it was a step towards moving on, but the thing is that I wasn't sure. Because except for the place where I slept at night, nothing had really changed since I moved.
I had expected this whole 'new start' thing to be hard, but not this hard. Turns out that pretending I was okay was much easier than trying to sort my life out.
So, I still had that pessimist vision of the world and I still ran away from my problems. Proof is that I ran away from Harry a couple of days ago.

I don't know why I did it. I guess I wasn't expecting to see him and once I did, I panicked. But, the fact that I left didn't surprise me. Deep down, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I had made progress since I moved to New York, I knew it was bullshit, and that event only confirmed that.

But I guess it was the wake-up call that I needed. Because as I woke up today, on my first day of school, I was determined to change and finally make a step forward.
I know that I had said that countless times since I moved to New York, but school was the big change that I was waiting for, and it was finally here.

Although going to a new school is always stressful, I had expected that at 19 years old, the whole process would have got old, but it hadn't. Plus, to me, a lot of things were on the line. In a way, this school was going to determine if I was going to make it or break it, not only in my personal life, but also in my professional life. So, saying that was I was stressed was an understatement.

I walked to my first class, trying to push the stress aside. It was my first day here and I didn't want to have a panic attack and be known for the rest of the year as 'that girl that panicked on the first day of school'. I didn't want any attention, I simply wanted to blend in and focus on school.

I walked through the crowd in the hallway, trying to navigate my way to my 'Art History and Appreciation' class. Thankfully I had already located my classes a couple of days ago when I visited the school. I figured it would lift off some of the stress of this new life I had, and I was thankful I did because even if I knew where I was going, I arrived only minutes before the class started.

Majority of the seats were already taken but I spotted one in the middle of the class. Staring at my feet I made my way over the desk and sat. I pulled out my books and my phone, pretending to be busy.

"Psst."

The noise came from my right. I took a subtle glance in that direction, in case the person wasn't talking to me, and was met with a brown eyed boy staring at me. He was smiling widely at me.
So much for not wanting any attention.

"Hi, I'm Liam." the boy said with an accent I couldn't quite pin down.

He smiled and held his hand out to me. That introduction reminded me of Harry's and how I didn't want to shake his hand when he did it.

I gave him a small smile and shook his hand. "Annabelle".

I know I said that I only wanted to focus on school, but something about Liam made me feel comfortable the second I met him. He had kind eyes and a genuine smile. Unlike me, Liam didn't seem really good at hiding his emotions, he seemed like an open book to me. And from what I could read, I sort of knew that he was a good guy.

"Are you new here?" Liam asked as his body turned fully towards me.
"Yeah. Are you?" I shyly asked.
"No, this is my second semester."
"Cool." I said, not really knowing what to say next.