Looking For an Augustus

Looking For an Augustus

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Hi, I'm Arianne. I'd tell you about my life, but it wouldn't take long. Basically because my life is a book. The Fault in Our Stars to be exact. I can't stop reading it, mostly because of a character in it named Augustus Waters. He's so perfect. There's no boy my age that could even begin to compare to his perfection. All guys in my school are sports obsessed, and strive to keep their reputation. Augustus isn't like that. He's adorably intelligent, gentle, kind, respectful, and just overall amazing. But just like a lot of my dreams, he is fictional. Will I ever find my real-word Augustus Waters?
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Big empty rooms. Yells echoing across the corridors. The stench of Mother's whisky breath. The sound of the clock in the dining hall where Father never eats, endlessly ticking away the hours without him. Sometimes, there are scars that don't go away. This is not a love story. It's not about magic and hope. This is the story of my life, for the times I had no one but the stars. _____ I clambered onto the roof, even if it was chilly for star watching. I needed a helping hand. “Why?” I asked the sky, the moon, the stars—anyone who would listen. But they didn’t answer. How childish of me, to talk to the stars, I was pathetic wasn’t I? Yet I tried again. “Help?” Nothing. “Talk to me you damn stars!” I shouted. Just then, a shooting star flew by, like a dashing stroke of paint, gone as quickly as it had come. It seemed that this was my chance. I said, “I wish someone would love me, as much as I love the stars.” And to those words, I went back into my room, my cell, and awaited my fate.

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