The Day Augustia Balmour Died.

I sit up, my knees tucked under and my back straight. Flutters of cries and sobs fill the air, everyone dressed in silks of black. I pull my long, wavy, auburn hair forward as it sweeps the floor boards, my clothes are a simple cream dress, complimented by flats and ripped edge' s. The only thing that ruined it was the dried up blood that was caked and stained me, only my face remaining clean.

I giggle as my father talks about our silly games, My mother always complaining, now smiling as tears dripped off her face. She whispers silently, telling God to bring Augustia back to them. Her death so sudden and tragic. My sister, Amalee, is asked to speak, but refuses, as she can not, from shock, despair, and pain of losing her elder sister.

Who am I? I'm just the narrator of this Romeo-and-Juliet-tragedy-like-story. But..

Most people call me Augustia.
........................................................................................

June The 5th, the day wishes come true. August' s long time crush returns to town, her university application accepted, her best friend got accepted to N.Y.C.U, Graduation is coming and she's a straight A student council president. Life couldn't be better.

That was until, she died.

Now, she's a wandering soul, doomed to watch over her family and friend's as they continue to breath as she just, floats.
But, how can dying get worse? God is gone, and his descendant, Lucas, is Lord. And he is one Judgemental, stubborn and down-right mean ruler. And she's stuck with him.

The only way up is by training to be an angel, by babysitting teenager's, and August get' s stuck with the most difficult case, her Queen Bee in her class. From, well, when she was alive. And boy, is she a task at hand.

Life couldn't be more perfect, until Augustia Balmour died.
......................................................................................................