August....what do I say about him?  Well i'll start with this.  If you have ever seen anyone if the world who looked simply wonderful,  well August would be x110 that.  I used to be his best friend my name is James.  I didn't really know how August could be friends with a stupid, bumbling, fat boy like me, but we had been friends since 1st grade so I believe that helps me a little.  Without August growing up I would be the laughing stock of all.  He used to quiet people with just a smile, and it wasn't one of those scary hushes, people were just so satisfied that they didn't need to speak anymore.  But I do have one secret.  I was in love with August Ranson.  I know it's love because he's the person I care the most about in the whole wide world. But I don't identify myself as gay, no of course not I would be bullied so much worse, and I wouldn't be able to go on living.  I think you should know something before I go on.  I'm not actually fat and ugly,  I do have some good looks  up my sleeve, and sometimes I even attract a girl or two.  I'm only bullied for one reason,  I'm an easy target in a school of easy targets.  I first became friends with August when I was sitting, the only boy on any of the swings neaby, and sense all the girls were afraid of cooties there were plenty of swings around me that no one else deared to take.  A boy dressed all in black (which was very surprising for first graders) walked over, and just started swinging in the swing RIGHT NEXT TO ME.  I couldn't believe it myself.  After 30 minutes of complete silence I turned to him, and he was staring right at me.  "What's your name?"  he asked me.  "My name is James-James Toos" "Oh, I see..well my name is August, and i've decided i'll be your friend considering we're both VERY lonely with no one else to be our crowd."  Well he was the most peculiar boy I had met that day I thought it would be nice so I said of course I would be his friend.  After that we were like two pees in a very odd pod.  Everytime when we got picked up our parents would have to drag us away from eachother kicking and screaming.  It was actually just a game he and I liked to play to see who could get a worse punishment for being so atrocious.  The next day we would run to meet eachother at the swings, and whisper our punishment's then argue whose had been worse.

                  Highschool doesn't seem to be anything like first grade.  It's so peculiar with people makeing out around every corner, and most of us guys would just try to avoid the dumb jocks that hunted the grounds for their pray.  Of course after the first three classes I had made one friend.  Her name was Astra, and she only seemed to remind me of August.  She was as cool as a cucumber, and wasn't bothered by the way anyone dressed (or how she dressed).  We seemed to get along just fine because she did the talking, and I did the listening.  Finally, we were walking towards the cafeteria when I passed HIM.  August was surrounded by the jocks, and the cheerleaders who were all trying to be his best buddy or maybe his girlfriend.  The sight seemed to just disgust me because I thought I would always and forever be his only friend.  That was my favorite thought, that no one could replace me.  But then I realized one small thing....he looked like them.  With their rich clothes, and perfect teeth, and beautiful faces.  And something else I realized too....he looked happy just to be surrounded by them.  He looked up at me, and surprisingly he acted like he didn't even know me.  Like something had suddenly changed just because we were at a new school, and everything was different there.  August.....my first friend, and there he was acting like I wasn't here..he was looking past me right at Astra.  I turned to her and said "Hey maybe we should find  a spot to sit in here..looks like the spots are filling up quick" "Oh, right don't worry James i've already got our spots reserved my friends were kind enough to save two seats just for us."  She grabbed my hand (which made me blush a little)  and led me to the table where all her friends were seating.  They were about as accentric as an indie band.  They all seemed hyped up on some weed or something, but I have to admit....this looked like the kind of place I belonged.  With people who didn't look like they belonged.