The Art of Stealing Hearts (On Hold)

1. The one with the moving

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"When I first saw you,
I fell in love, and
You smiled
Because you knew"

~William Shakespeare~
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~|Chapter One|~
•The one with the moving•

"So, you're at the airport?"

  Six thirty in the morning, and I'm at the freaking airport. The entire world would be asleep right now, and I'm a hundred miles away from home. With only a few depressed, half-asleep souls in sight.

"Yup," I answered, my cell phone to my ear.

I heard a yawn at the other end. "Anna, I really hate that you are so far away from here, and I'm going to miss you terribly, but can we please not talk at this ungodly hour?"

"But there's no one here to pick me up, Linc, what the hell am I supposed to do?" I asked, looking around. Nope, not a single person around here who looks like they're here to pick up a sixteen-year-old teenager.

"Why don't you just go to their place instead?" Lincoln suggested. "You can get a cab. You have their address, right?"

"Um," I thought about it. "I think I have written it somewhere." I rummaged through my backpack; looking for a piece of paper I had carelessly crumpled in one of my bags. "I can't find it. All I need is Bob-" I stopped speaking.

I don't know their last name.

"Lincoln!" I half yelled.

"Jeez, Anna, I'm awake." He grunted. "Why are you yelling at me?"

"Lincoln, I don't know his last name." I said, frantically searching through the backpack, making the imperfect organisation even messier.

"Anna, please tell me you're joking." Lincoln said seriously, sounding wide-awake now. "How can you not know the name of the family you're going to be living with?"

"I don't know," I muttered, emptying the contents of my black backpack onto the floor. "This sucks."

"Anna, I know it's hard." Lincoln soothed me. "But maybe your parents are right. Maybe you do need a break from all that happened. Staying here, you would just keep reliving the memories of losing your best friend." He was quiet for a minute. "I think I need to get out of here too. But right now, you gotta find the bloody address!"

"Lincoln," I all but whined, continuing to look for the address, "I really wish you were here with me right now."

"So do I." He told me. "It's not going to be the same without you here. I'm going to be so lonely."

"Excuse me," I heard a feminine voice behind me ask. "Are you Johanna Parker?"

I turned around slowly; if I'm not wrong, this voice probably belongs to Mary something, the host for my indefinitely long stay.

"Lincoln, she's here. I'll talk to you later, okay? Bye," I hung up without waiting for his reply, pocketing my phone. I smiled tentatively at the middle aged woman before me. "Um, hi, Mrs-"

What the hell am I supposed to call her now?

"Brady. Mary Brady," Mary filled in, the expression of faint amusement appearing on her slightly wrinkled face. "I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner."