He shrugged, "I'm homeschooled. My grandfather teaches me." Augustine nodded.
"Is that who you were talking to earlier?" she asked, "before you looked at me?"
"Yeah, it was actually," James chuckled. Suddenly, Augustine heard her mother's voice coming from the stage.
"Oh...it's my mother. I should go," she stated. She got up and walked over to the hatch.
James stood up, "It was nice meeting you, August."
Augustine smiled. August. Nobody had ever called her that before. She liked it. She smiled and turned to climb down the ladder. At the bottom, her mother was waiting for her.
"Augustine?" she questioned, "why were you on the roof? And who was that boy with you?"
"I was only looking at the sky," she replied, "and he was just somebody who came to see the show. He was the one who showed me the way to the roof." Her mother nodded and walked off. Augustine turned around once more to look at the ladder. Seeing that no one was there, she turned back and followed her mother. Phillip was in the parking lot when they got outside. He held open the door so Augustine and her mother could climb in. The whole way home, Augustine was looking out the window at the stars. Thinking about her day, her new nickname, and James.
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august
Romanceto live for the hope of it all cancel plans just in case you'd call (this is just a short story i had to write for english, so i though i'd share it.) somewhat based on the song "august" by taylor swift. i do not own any of the characters from the s...
