They only gave me a day to settle in and it wasn't anywhere near enough time. 

To start off with, the place was bigger than any school had been back home and it was so easy to get lost. But getting lost was the least of my worries it seemed. In my first dance class, I found the steps hard to follow because my mind was stuck on daydream mode. My brain was overflowing with thoughts of what Chris and PJ were doing at school without me. Most of my brains capacity was also filled with unwanted images of Phil. There was no room in there for dance steps.
I really did miss them... all of them. Even though one didn't deserve to be missed.

I really wanted to try and do well but my entire body was failing me; my mind preoccupied, my eyes scanning the entire room which was huge and intimidating, my ears listening to the sounds of ballet slippers rather than the instructors voice whilst my own feet slipped on the new flooring that I wasn't quite used to yet. After half an hour of failed dance attempts the teacher whose name I hadn't remembered put us into pairs to work on the routine. I was placed with a guy, somewhat my own age, who had piercing blue eyes that immediately triggered painful memories of Phil. I remembered how he once looked at me so lovingly with such similar eyes. Although the guy who stood in front of me was extremely hot, he paled in comparison to Phil. Even his eyes were less striking; only blue whilst Phil's were a mixture of blue, green, and yellow (which could be seen if you got the chance to look closely enough). I looked at the stranger's eyes to see if I could see the same flecks of colour but all I saw was the same shade all the way to the pupil.
"You okay?" The boy asked me and I realised I was staring.
"Huh?" I replied and tore my eyes away from his, I looked at the ground and blushed. Blushing because I was embarrassed... that was the only reason and I hoped he knew that.
"It's just you seem a bit... lost," he explained. "I'm Mason by the way."
"Dan," I replied quickly and looked around him as I still felt too awkward to actually look at him. And because I didn't know what I would do if I looked at his eyes once more.
"Okay, Dan," Mason repeated and I heard the smile in his voice when he did. "It's overwhelming here, right?"
"Right..." I nodded once, briskly, in agreement.
"You missing home?" He asked and his voice lowered a little. I looked up at him and knitted my brows together.
"A lot more than I thought I would," I ended up admitting.
The last thing I expected to be doing today was having a heart to heart with some hot guy. I thought I'd be, you know, dancing but I wasn't very good at doing that right now. What I really wanted to be doing was neither of those things; I wanted to be lying in bed with the duvet over my head so I could block out the world.
"Me too so try not to look so worried," he chuckled but not in the same way Phil used to do. "You're not alone here, everyone is in the same boat."
He smiled and it was so sweet that I wanted to believe I wasn't alone but if everyone was in this so-called boat together then I'd be the one swimming frantically behind it as the tide tried to push me under and the ones on the boat would shout for me to join them whilst offering no way to do so. I didn't say this to him, of course, because I could tell he was trying his best to make me feel better. I couldn't look at him and throw it all back in his face so I just gave him a half smile in thanks. His entire face lit up at that, eyes twinkling.
"Do you know the place well yet?" He asked.
"No."
"Me neither," he told me. "How about we go out sometime and find our way around?"
"Sometime."
"Sometime," he agreed with that award-winning smile.

Then we started dancing. He retaught me the steps and it was so much easier learning them from him for some reason. All the time I could swear on my life that smile never left his face. But, at the end of the lesson, when everyone had to come back and do the routine together I wasn't thinking about him anymore. When I was with Phil I danced to impress, I wanted to be the centre of attention and I wanted to be remembered. Now I was back to the way I used to dance. I was dancing with as much energy as I could but not to impress. I was dancing to escape... and, trust me, I had a lot of thoughts in my head that I wanted to escape from. 

AN: WHOOP! It's finished!! Sorry it's such a short chapter but I wanted to get something out. And I'm off college for the next two weeks so hopefully I'll get more of this story done.
Anyways it's night and I've just written this chapter after coming back from looking after 2 year olds all day. I am falling asleep...
so tired...

so zzzz
(- Rach x)