(Completed ❤️)
No one really knows why it is so stormy all the time during February. Although it is forbidden to go outside, 17 year old Alexandra (Alex) Smith can't help but be drawn to the outdoors.
As soon as February comes the weather drastical...
There are going to be quite a few characters in this chapter since it is Feb's POV and since he's back home so I'm sorry in advance.
I'll try and keep it low though ( that rhymed 😁)
Any who enjoy!! bye ly
-xoxo
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Feb's POV
March 1st, 00:02 am.
Once I open my eyes, the bright colours of my surroundings almost blind me.
I stand in a clearing with green trees all around me. The sun peeks through the leaves, shining onto me making me feel refreshed.
I lift my duffle bag off of my shoulder and begin to walk out of the clearing. I follow the sound of waves crashing on the shore. Parrots of many colours fly over head, squawking at each other humorously.
I duck under branches and jump over logs until I finally make it out of the trees. I stare out into the vast ocean and smile. The golden sand heats my feet because I'm not wearing any shoes. The warmth is so satisfying and I feel as though I could stand here forever.
I walk towards the turquoise ocean and watch as the waves run over my feet in a swaying motion.
"February!!" I turn around and watch as May comes sprinting down the beach.
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Her pastel pink hair blows behind her as she throws open her arms, "Febby! I missed you so much!" she exclaims.
"I missed you too May," I say kissing her forehead.
May is a couple years younger than me, she's only 10. I see her as my little sister since I've never had any family other than the other months. She's the youngest out of everyone so they tend to make fun and tease her. But when I'm around no body even dares.
I'm the second oldest, December is the oldest, he's twenty but he's quite chill. He always keeps to himself and isn't much of a talker, which I don't mind since half the time he does talk he sounds like a dictionary.
"Have the other's been good?" I ask pulling out of our hug but still holding onto her shoulders.
"June keeps bullying me! I told her to stop but she just laughed at me!"
I smirk and shake my head. I drape my left arm over her shoulder and we make our way towards the tree house.
"Soooo.....Feb," she begins.
"What?"
"She's really pretty," she says putting her tongue between her teeth and smiling.
