Semblance

sem·blance

ˈsembləns/

noun

the outward appearance or apparent form of something, especially when the reality is different.

kind of like zayn in 2015

Synopsis

"I'm sorry," I'm having fun in a cruel way. "What did you say? You'll have to say it louder."

"We need you here with us. We're not a whole band without you."

"Man, you grumble too much. I don't know Preston, I'll have to think about it. You kicked me to the curb."

"That's in the past, though," he was clearly getting more frustrated. "We can forget all about it."

"You, my boyfriend, kicked me, literally, out of the bus, while our best friends watched. Don't you think you would feel a little hostile? I have every reason to be this way. You cannot tell me to forget about this. I have received no apology from the most important person to me, and I'm not coming back. Not until I hear it." I breathed rapidly from my rant, waiting for his response.

I was just given silence. And more silence.

"Goodbye Preston." I angrily tapped the phone to hang up. More than the necessary amount of times, but it did the job.

That fucker.

Author's note

Firstly, let me start in saying this is one of my first books of many. Secondly, I suck at writing. I know this, you know this. Thirdly, please don't mention how bad it is, but please do tell me any errors, because, again, I am new.

Again, I'm a first time writer and very noticeably bad one. I love reading and writing but one talent is not like the other. I'm trying my best and I love feedback.

Warning

This is not a children's book or website. I am young adult and I do use adult language. It may or may not have sexual content. In my opinion, I don't like to write smut for teens to read because I am not comfortable with doing that.

Don't be offended and do not complain.

**very slow updates (boohoo; I'm a busy college student)**

Disclaimer

Copyright © 2015 by Paige Whitmer

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

All of my pictures that I put on the media panel, I searched from my friend, Google. I do not own any of the photos. Unless it has my face on the picture, then it belongs to another person.

I love you all, enjoy xx

whxtmr