The Truly Unmistakable Identity of August

Chapter 1

Identity is something we all struggle with. Of course it depends on your connections to things. Connections to family, places and friends. But even living as a person with a connection to all these things, my identity is weak.

Going through school people were wary of what they said about me. In fear of being beat down or knocked off a social ladder that seemed to be ever so existent in any high school. Classic hierarchy.

Being their metaphorical queen wasn't something I was proud of or even tried hard to achieve. Simple minded people didn't fall for someone with an I.Q higher than their own they fell for someone dumber than themselves.

Someone who would fool around at parties, get wasted even at the expense of their own flawed image.

I was that person. Taking life by the reins was something I found easy. I had no siblings and my dad was often out with his girlfriend Candy too much to notice me. I had no one to tell me to change my ways or tell others no and stop exploiting my sorrows and anger.

The night of the fifteenth was the most beautiful accident to happen. And it shall be told by yours truly August Ericsson.