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Her and the Earth

August was a fourteen year old girl that attended jounior high school in her six grade year.

She was not very smart and barely talented. She was also very anti social she didn't have any friends except maybe this one girl who sometimes sits with her at lunch.

There was one thing that August was very good at. Science. But even that almost everyone made fun of her for.

She started thinking that she was put on Earth by mistake, that she was nothing more than an accident.

Yet she would talk about this to her parents, who were both equally busy people. They never truly listened to her saying the wrong things and all and August felt that if they agreed it must be true and August wasn't very good at telling when someone is distracted.

There was sometimes when she was very happy. She was always outside during these times. She would look at bugs, play in dirt, examine everything nature had to offer in her medium sized backyard. Her mother found time to set up the backyard so she could observe everything from the tiny plant that grows in the cracks between the stone for her walkway.

But there was this one girl that was definitely the most unbearable bully she could ever experience. If she never expressed her love for bugs at school, maybe the bullying wouldn't be so bad, maybe everything would be different.

After all the torture, August couldn't find another way out. After lunch she said goodbye to the girl that sits with her sometimes and went into the bathroom. No one saw her again after that. Maybe she went home early or something. That's what everyone thought until the janitor found her body next to the sink surrounded by pills.

At the funeral everybody in her class showed up. They each spoke to her mother who was terribly crying in the corner of the room.

The main bully went into the bathroom to look in the mirror. She had a completely guilty conscience She had to splash her face with water. As she looked up from the rusted sink into the mirror, she saw a shadow of butterflies in the reflection. They formed together and she saw August. August was waving as if to say goodbye to her then, they vanished into thin air. She smile, remembering her obsession with bugs but in a different light as appreciating her love. She turned going. To rejoin the group out in the main hall. She still to this day has not forgotten August Jensen, when it was just her and the Earth