It was noon and I just woke up with 18 new assignments on my computer. I already had like 23 but guess what? Sona doesn't give a fuck. My phone buzzed. "New discount of £30!" texted Michael sarcastically. "do you have any fucking idea on what a dIsCoUnT means?" "nah, but you'll get an extra £30 today." I sighed and looked at my toenails. The bright pink nail polish was cracking, but who cares. I opened the camera and took a pic, then drew a smiley face and sent it. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEWW your feet should be insecure" "but i need my muni for dinna or how i eat mah nuggi" There were three dots, then they went away. Guess he's on the toilet and needs some paper. Curse him there's nothing.
Me and Michael were walking by the chip shop. Well, that's what 17 year olds would do. Now I did have money, but I had a break from toilet cleaning, so now I basically was poor for 2 days. Goddamn weekends, their like heaven in hell, but also hell in heaven. We walked in and ordered some chips and a burger for me. When we came home, there was a scratch card. "These dum-dums never win me any shit. But yea lets try." I said, scratching it with my fingernail. "A 7!" shouted Michael, as he munched on his fries like someone in Africa (sorry please don't report sorry!). "Another 7! Oh boy, how I'm gonna spend this shit is a mystery!" I scratched the final piece one stroke by one stroke. A line across, a line diagonal, five letters in it's name, WE WON £1,000,000!!! I GODDAMNED SCREAMED. Michael raced to the computer as if it was 'The Floor Is Lava But You Only Break Your Ankle If You Fall' and slammed his hands on the keyboard, typing in the link.We entered all the info, using Michael's dad's info just in case, and we got in! Then I hacked into his bank account and took the money, then sent it to my account that I had set to 18. After all, my birthday was in a few days, so what better birthday gift than £1 mil? Then the money would be legally mine!
It was a new day and I was a new me. Because I was 18. Ooh baby, this is fun.
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Your Pretty Face Won't Get You Anywhere
HumorMichael literally needs to impress me. Once I told him that tuxedos make me weak, he's been sending me pics of just that. By the way, did you know I'm a millionaire? Well, billionaire. But I just found out a big secret about my family, that may incl...
