Beneath The Surface

Chapter 1

I watched as the movers took all the boxes from my room into the truck.

I was finally going to college. Moving into my own penthouse with the help of my parents, of course.

This was a big change since I am moving across the state.

My best friend Harper was chatting my ears off while I packed the rest of my clothes into my suitcases.

"Just imagine all the things you'll be able to do since you don't live with your parents anymore," I raised my eyebrows.

I wasn't really surprised by what she said.
Harper has always been an outgoing and wild girl. She convinced me to go to my first party in high school, even after my parents said no. So we snuck out, and they never found out.

"Lily, are you ready?" My mom was leaning against the door. My dad and her are driving me to New York, where my penthouse is.

I am really excited to be starting college.
Even though Harper tells me all the time that it's horrible or the worst experience you could go through.

"Yeah, mom, just give me a couple more minutes,"

I said my goodbyes to Harper

Thirty minutes later, we were in the car on our way to New York.

I hid my face as we drove through the neighborhood because mom and dad decided it was a good idea to blast their embarrassing music.

We got into the elevator to check out the house.

As soon as we got inside my breath stuck in my throat, it was breathtaking, even better than the photos.

"Okay, well, we'll be on our way," dad and mom gave me a tight hug.

"Focus on school, okay? And absolutely no boys. They are nothing but trouble. And they only want one thing,"

I rolled my eyes and laughed at what my dad said. He always says this, ever since high school. But I know better.

"Bye honey. Text me as soon as the art pieces get here,"

They left, and I was standing alone in complete silence.

I couldn't even take myself out since my car was only getting delivered tomorrow.

I'm really looking forward to starting my Arts and Design major. I fell in love with art ever since I was a little girl.

For my 18th birthday, my mom got me this huge easel that's bigger than me. It gives me an excuse to paint whenever I want now.

I unpacked my art materials from my box and got to work.

My ideas always just came to me. My inspiration has always come from really old paintings, so I just went from there ever since.

I picked up my paint brush and dipped it into the paint.
I was ready to brush a stroke onto the canvas before I stopped... wait.

This has never happened, I've always had great ideas. Especially when it comes to art, I'm experiencing the worst brain fog right now.

I'm probably just tired.

I decided to go out and get coffee and just explore the city.

I grabbed my jacket and walked out the house.

I got into the elevator and was soon hit by the cold breeze from outside.

I spotted a coffee shop nearby.

I sat outside while having a cappuccino and a crossiant.

It started getting dark outside, so I went back into my house.