Chapter 7: Just one night? pt 1

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Hi! So I've decided that before every chapter I'm going to put a quote or poem that kind of goes with the chapter and what's going to happen. Ok? Ok. :)

Thanks! :)

-Kenzie

P.s- I did not write these I just looked up quotes and poems on tumblr and boom.

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"4:18am.

Sometimes I wonder

If we can't stop thinking about someone

Does that mean they are thinking about us too

Because I cant get you off my mind

And during this time of night

Our loneliness shows

It shows how much I need you

How much I miss you."

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April's POV:

One week.

7 days.

168 hours.

604,800 seconds since the last time I've stepped foot outside of my apartment.

I look like a wreck; hair going in every possible way it can, my makeup gliding down my face, making me look like a raccoon that just got hit by a car. I haven't showered at all, or eaten. My now brown and purple hair pulled up into a bun, I could pass as a homeless. The worst part is no one has bothered to care where I am. My parents have called, most likely for business reasons though. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents to the moon and back, but all they care about is work.

"April could you come into the studio for a couple hours?"

"Honey, we just need you for a few minutes."

"April, come sign some papers please."

It never ends.

My career has been on the bloom lately, in fact I'm starting a world tour soon. I don't know who my opening acts are yet, but I'm told they'll administer fame to me, and vise versa.

Snapping me out of my thoughts was a hard knock on my door, a noise so intense the whole neighborhood could hear it.

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