Barbare Papiashvili – My name is August and this is my story

First of all, I want to say that I am not an ordinary kid. It hurts me when everyone is staring at me. I can’t understand why my face is so scary. I’ve tried really hard to ignore people’s reactions. My favorite holiday is Halloween, but Christmas is full of happiness and no one cares about my face.

We were sitting next to the Christmas tree. I was bored. I wanted to open my presents. I was so tired, but then I saw something weird.

Through the window I saw a snowman. I went outside to look closer. I saw a little creature with a red hat and red clothes. It was a tiny Santa.

-“Hi”, I said.

-”Hello”, said Santa.

-”What are you doing here”, I asked. 

-”It is not your business”, he shouted.

-”Is that so?”, I said.

-”Ok, little boy, listen. I have to put the snowman in every garden and you are not allowed to disturb me”, he said.

-’’Why?’’, I asked.

-’’Uhhhh, I told you already, THIS IS NOT YOUR BUSINESS‘’, he shouted.

-’’You are so rude’. I said.’

-’’What is wrong with your face?’’, he asked.

-’’I’d rather not talk about it’, I said.’

-’’Ok goodbye’’, he said. 

-’’Merry Christmas Santa’’, I said.

-’’I am not Santa, my name is Jack’’, he said.

I woke up and it was Christmas.

Author: Barbare Papiashvili