June was, ever since then, the beginning, or a beginning I should say. August was an end. My life went on, but nothing was ever the same as the space between those two months. They were filled with joy, and laughter, and all things good. Everything else seemed dull in comparison.
That first year that I went back to school just after Labor Day was different then all of the others somehow. It had always felt like something was missing. I could just never pinpoint what that something was.
I resumed my normal life, with my normal friends. I got good grades. I behaved. I even one an award for perfect attendance in the end. I got the Christmas presents I wanted. We rang in the New Year with a small party at our home. My mom made sure to buy us chocolates and cute stuffed animals to surprise us on Valentine's Day. The Easter bunny was even pretty generous that year.
I remember the time our aunts from my mom's side came to visit us while they were in town, and when my dad's only brother took us out to go ice skating with our cousins. My friends had birthday parties, as did I, and we once spent a whole night watching movies and eating popcorn at one of their houses.
Times were good, but to me they just didn't seem... good enough. I found myself waiting for June, waiting for my life to feel like it was really beginning again. Even at such a young age, I had realized I wanted, no needed, something more in my life.
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The Sun Shines Brightest in June (Completed) gxg
Storie d'amoreJust s short little story about young love, self discovery, and finding happiness even when things don't go the way we hoped they would.