Hannah's Fate |COMPLETED| 18+

Chapter One

"Mom, it's me, Hannah. I'm heading out now. Just thought I'd let you know I'm leaving. I'll call you later, I guess. Bye." I closed the trunk of my car, hung up my phone and placed it in my purse. I walked around the side of my car and got in. I felt strange as I sat there, getting ready to leave. My mom had set up an interview for me in New York City. One that didn't sound all that appealing. But people would have called me crazy. People practically killed each other over working with Vicky Cosmos. I wished I felt that way.

I'd graduated from UCLA not even a week prior and my mom was already lining up my future and shipping me off. She'd never treat my brother, Hayden, like this. He was the favorite child; she wanted to keep him around. No matter what he did, he'd still be in her good graces. I'd had to fight her on letting me go to UCLA since they don't have a real fashion design program. I convinced her to let me get my degree in the arts and I'd be able to figure it out from there. Let's say, she didn't have much faith in me.

I put my car in drive and then paused. I glanced down the street once more checking for a familiar car driving toward me. Nothing. Neither my mom nor my dad was there to see me off. It wasn't like I needed mommy and daddy or anything like that; it was that I was possibly moving to the other side of the country and they didn't seem to care. I wasn't sure why I felt surprised. We'd never, in my 22 years of life, been close. They had my entire life planned out for me and yet they were never actually there for me.

"Whatever," I mumbled, driving down the street.

I watched my childhood home disappear in my rear view mirror. I'd have to send for the remainder of things once I found a place in New York City and I'd probably have to end up selling my car. The thought of driving around the city terrified me. I wasn't afraid to use the subway if I had to.

As I drove, I picked up my phone and called Blair, my best friend of nearly twenty years.

"Hey, girl. I'm here. How much longer do you think you'll be?" Blair asked, upon answering.

She was a perfectionist and that included arriving 5 minutes early to every single appointment she had and getting upset with people when they arrived on time. Which meant those that were procrastinators and showed up late, would feel her wrath. I was already running late, and I could feel her seething through the phone.

"I'll be there in a few. Sorry. I had a lot more to pack than I had anticipated." I said.

"Did your parents show?" She asked.

"No," I said. I didn't need to say anything else. She would know I didn't want to talk about it.

"Ok. Well, hurry. It's getting crowded." She said.

I laughed. Blair liked to point these things out. Even though she liked crowded rooms. She somehow always made the room focus on her. Even if there was something else going on. Someone's birthday? The room focused on her. A wedding? People asked her where she got her dress from instead of the bride. I'd even once witnessed her get interviewed at a movie premiere as the actor of the movie walked right on by the TMZ crew without being noticed.

Blair had dark brown hair and gorgeous green eyes. They were the perfect shade and sparkled. Guys stared at her. They stared at me too, but men truly looked at her like she was the only girl in the world. Every one of my boyfriends did it and I didn't blame them. Well, every one of my boyfriends except Brian. But Brian was different.

I parked my car and walked into Starbucks. There were quite a few people there, but not as many as Blair had made it seem.

It was strange to think I wouldn't be meeting Blair there anymore. I thought about all the times we had spent there as I waited in line. We had been meeting there at least once a week since our freshman year of high school. It was our spot. It was bittersweet thinking we would no longer be meeting weekly or even monthly. I knew we'd leave one another at some point, but I hadn't been expecting it so soon. I tried not to cry. Diapasons of laughter interrupted my thoughts. A crowded table of college students were passing around a cell phone and laughing.