A Dream. That's all it was a dream. But August couldn't stop thinking about it, she would have the same recurring dream over and over and even though she knew it was a dream she wanted it to be real, desperately. She didn't tell anyone her dream not even the sacred pages of her pad-locked diary could keep a secret as big as this. So there the dream was always lying around in her head. It was and is sacred to August and no-one could know at all, not even under life threatening situations she would not spill a word.
"August is seventeen and has always been the one to have their hand up before anyone else, she was the one who handed her homework in on time and the one who had the brains as well as the beauty. You could have said that she had no friends, but that's a lie. August had many friends but she has moved schools many times and every single time she made better friends with the boys. August always thought girls only made friends on the basis that you go into groups to start drama or a small piece of gossip and if you weren't in a group than you weren't accepted and probably the one they are all talking about behind your back. But she didn't care.There are some who appeal to August the ones that are smart, brainy but are still popular for the right reasons. August thought school was amazing even when she was little and still does just not as strongly as the five year old her. She loved the idea of all these different subjects like music, art, design and technology, history and a language she never knew about. August had all the grades the amazing top marks, sometimes the mark was one or two below she would get so frustrated with herself. Well she did better than most of her friends being as though they are all boys but she was never the best in her opinion but to everyone else she was average well to a particular group of girls she was below average and that group of girls August had put up with for three years before she decided to move forms. But that group of girls were always favourited by the teachers because they were smarter than everyone else and the teachers knew That. This is what I want you all to remember about August as she was the best friend i could ever hope for as she would do anything for anyone and did as much as she could all the time so now I stand here with you missing that bright bubble of a girl. I miss you already."August's best friend Oscar said to the people in the church where her ceremony was.
August wasn't actually in the oak made coffin with the white roses on top but was looking through the church window thinking that people took life way to seriously.
A/N - Thank you for reading the first chapter I hope you liked it! This is my first story so please don't be to harsh :) - AJ x
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خيال (فانتازيا)August. The name of one of the hottest months but her destiny is to become as cold as ice. August left her life in Whitby to save everyone she loved, but she has to move on and deal with the few new problems in her life. When she turns 18 she will...
