One day I was poor and the next day I was rich. I could buy a jet, a mansion, an island! Overnight I had become a billionaire! Well it’s not that simple. This is my story:
I was going home one night from work when a stranger in a suit came over to me and handed me an envelope. He told me not to open it until I got home. I looked up to ask who he was but he was no longer there. I looked all around the street. No one was there so I put the envelope in my pocket and walked home.
When I entered the shelter that my Father and I live in, I sense it. There is a time, every day, that Father gets angry. When he gets angry he gets mad and when he gets mad he hits me. The worse part is that there is no one to defend me since Mum left with my baby Brother, Cal. Father now blames me for Mum’s disappearance. So when Father sees me, he doubles in size to overpower me, I run to my secret place where I pull out the envelope. Inside is a slip of paper that has the words “Mary Sellipillcus’s Will”. I don’t look at the rest of it. I simply can’t. I know that name – it belongs to my Mum.
I run out of my hiding place. I crash into Father and he sees the tears in my eyes. He looks at me coldly and snatches the paper out of my hands. Shocked, he stares at the paper but before he can take it away I take the piece of paper out of his hands and run. I ran past the other houses, down the road and up into the park a couple of blocks away. I can hear the thunderous cries of anger from Father in the distance. Exhausted, I climb up into a tree and fall asleep.
The net day I wake up suddenly with a jerk and fall to the ground. Moaning I roll over, the Will is still clutched tightly in my hands. A name stands out to me. Mine. I look at the words underneath my Mother’s words. It says she wishes me to have the billion dollars she owned. Her words hit me like a bomb. Mum had a billion dollars. That’s why Father hates me – Mum left with the money and – and left me. Father was a bully. He despised me because Mum didn’t give him the money. He was also greedy. I hated him. As I realised this another thought crossed my mind. I wasn’t here on Earth just to survive, I was here to live. I needed to stand up to Father. And that’s exactly what I went to do.
I bolt home, a mix of emotions go through me, as I enter the shelter. Father is standing there looking at me. A kind look is in his eyes, but I know better. “Welcome home Jess” he says, flashing his brown teeth at me. “Stop Father. I know now. I am leaving” I say, but before I can turn, he pulls out a gun from his pocket. “Well I guess then I will have to kill you first like I did to your Mother and Brother!” he shouts and to prove his point he pulls the trigger and and barely misses me. “Now give me that envelope and leave!” Crying, I give him the envelope. Then I bolt and never look back.
I run to the middle of the city near the YarraRiver, suburbs away from the shelter. I sit down crying until I feel the paper in my pocket. The Will! The envelope was empty! I looked up at the sky with a smile. There was hope after all!
One year later, I am sitting in my room in my pretty house in an apartment block. I gaze lazily around the city. It was a wonderful view from up here but I still fear that Father is out there some where, just waiting to get me. And I am ready. No one is allowed to bully me ever again. I will not bow down to people like that, ever.
