I Broke the Statue of a Billionaire, and Now I'm His for Life

Hi you guys!

I just came up with this story today during my visit to an archaeological museum with my class. Hope you guys like the story!

Chapter 1:

Kristiana’s POV

Today marks the end of my life as I know it. What could be so wrong that I am depressed beyond belief? I went on a class field trip to the Scott Milani’s Museum of the Arts.  This is one of the most famous museums in the world because they recently acquired a few famous paintings such as the “Mona Lisa” and “The Last Supper”. It is headed by this rich man named Scott Milani, a fifty-five year old businessman who own various shopping malls, buildings, you name it. In my city alone, there are at least five places with his name. How did I ever get involved with Scott Milani….

“Hey Kristiana, punch buggy,” Jack said, throwing me a punch on my arm. “Oww, Jack, that hurts! Where in the world do you see a Volkswagon?” “Right there, Kris, on the painting behind you,” as I turned around and saw a painting that had several Volkswagons on it. “You know that doesn’t count, right? It’s not real,” I exclaimed, looking at my bruised arm. Jack just smirked back at me, rubbing my arm. Me and Jack were best friends. We knew each other since first grade, when some girls were picking on him and I stepped in, saving him. Since then we have been friends, except now he is the one to protect me. I can’t believe that I’ve known him for 11 years. Growing up, he was this skinny little kid with bright green eyes and a contagious smile. Now, he has become popular since becoming MVP of the soccer team.  All the girls were jealous that I had full access to him. But truthfully, there was no reason for anyone to be jealous of our friendship. He was like the little brother, okay by a month, that I never had. Plus, only I knew that he still had his sock puppet collection that he made for Miss Mannigan’s third grade talent show. One time, when I was feeling down, he made a video for me with his sock puppets singing “Wind Beneath My Wings” by Bette Midler. I still bust out laughing when I remember that video.

I look around, taking in the scenery. Such beautiful paintings everywhere. I took a few snapshots a various paintings. And then I saw it. The Drake. The Drake was this cool statue of a Roman king. It was really unique because while the artist made it so that the statue made an O with his lips. “Oh my gosh, that is hilarious!” Jack says, showing his ever gleaming smiles. I just knew that I had to get a cool picture with the statue. How many times would I get a chance to take a picture with such a cool statue. “Hey Jack, would you mind taking my picture?” “Sure, whatever, Krissy, but I get to choose the poses.” “Yes,” I exclaimed, excited to take the pic. I took out my mirror, making sure that not a hair was out of place. I then took out my lip gloss and started putting it on. “Any day now, Kris, the museum is closing in thirty minutes.” Jack said, exasperated. “Okay, okay, now what do you want me to do?” “Pretend that you’re giving the face a kiss,” he said. After doing about seven or eight poses, I was ready to go. “Wait, I have one more that you should do,” he said. “Pretend that you’re kicking it like me.” “You’re the soccer player, Jack. You should do it,” I said. Jack said, “Come on, please do it for me, I’ll love it. I’ll put it right on my wall.” “Okay fine, but how can I do it? I’m not tall enough,” “Look, that guard is on a bathroom break. You can use his chair and climb on it,” Jack said excitedly. “Alright, fine, Jack, anything for you.” I quickly run and grab the chair putting it next to the statue. I climb on it and gain my balance. “Okay, move your leg to the left, left, okay that’s too far. Right, right, no I mean, my right,” Jack says, peering through his camera lens. “Come on, Jack, just take the shot,” I said, annoyed. “Okay, just move your leg a little up, up, up and…” From the corner of my eye, I could see the guard coming back in. I lose my balance and come crashing down.

“Kris!” Jack screams, running toward me. “Oww, this hurts a lot!” I cry, tears poring down fast. The guard runs to me, and he and Jack pick me up. Suddenly though, the guard looks down and sees that the statue is smashed to pieces. “No! Not the Drake, not the Drake! Oh my God, what am I going to do?” The guard yells out frantically. He takes out his walkie talkie and screams, “Security, security! We are on Code Red, I repeat, we are on Code Red!”. Suddenly 20 guards come out of the double doors that lead in to the room, surrounding me and Jack. “Oh crap, we are in trouble,” Jack says.

Chapter 2:

“Who fell on the statue?” one of the guards said, with blood red eyes. “Uh, uh, I did,” I said weakly. The red eyed guard grabbed me and started walking me through a corridor. “No, don’t take her away!” Jack screams. “I did it! It’s my fault! Blame me, blame me!” “I’m sorry, but we have to take her to Mr. Milani. Jack falls to his knees, supported by two guards holding on to his arms.  “Don’t worry, Jack, I’ll be okay, I’ll be okay,” I try to say as I am led away from Jack’s view.

I was held up by two guards as we walked through this large corridor. The walls were covered with various projects that have the MIlani name on it, such as the new shopping mall he built as well as his children’s hospital.  There was also a large portrait of a handsome old man. “He doesn’t look that bad,” I said to myself. I try to reassure myself but I knew that I would not be successful. All of the guards walk with us with a solemn expression. I was too scared to talk, wondering what was going to happen. At the end of the corridor, there was a set of large glass doors that had 24 gold carat chunks all around it.  I saw that gold paint was used to inscribe the words Scott Milani. Wow, I guess I’m going to meet the famous Scott Milani. Too bad he’s going to hate me. Do you think he would mind if I asked him for his autograph…or maybe an internship?

“Sit down,” said one of the many guards, looking at me with meanness in his eyes. “Mr. Milani will be on his way shortly. “”What do we do,” I whispered to Jack, looking fearfully at him. “I honestly don’t know,” Jack said solemnly. We looked around the room, looking for any clues that would tell us about how Mr. Milani would be. All I saw was a nameplate surrounded by fountain pens and beautiful monogrammed paper. Suddenly the doors opened. I hear loud footsteps coming in, getting louder and louder as he comes near. I close my eyes tightly, scared at Mr. Milani’s reaction. Suddenly, someone speaks up and says, “ Hello, you may refer to me as Mr. Scott Milani”. I open my eyes and see a young guy in front of me.  All I see is some guy dressed in a suit, a very nice suit actually. I couldn’t tell which designer it was since I probably couldn’t afford buying something so expensive. The most I could afford was buying a thirty dollar jacket at Forever 21, and even that was pushing it. He looked very fit, with dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes that were narrowing, looking at me in annoyance. I realized though that he only looked to be twenty. Wasn’t Scott Milani fifty-five?

“Is this a joke? You cannot be Scott Milani! You’re lying! Scott Milani is freaking old!” I say before I could stop myself.  I know, I should have stopped myself, but I was just so emotional that I couldn’t help it.  Scott then said quietly, “I will have you know that I am Scott Milani Jr, and I am the son of Scott Milani, the founder of this museum.” At that point, my mouth dropped open. He smirked at me and then said, “You should learn to be more tact. In fact, you should be dropping at my feet begging for forgiveness after breaking a 13.5 million dollar statue.” My mouth dropped open. “13.5 million dollars? I couldn’t afford to pay you 13.5 million dollars!” He then starts by saying, “I know that you could never afford to pay for something so extravagant. And while I am very angry about this, as my father will be, I have come up with a solution for you to pay me back,” he said, his smirk growing bigger. What did he want that could be worth 13.5 million dollars? I didn’t have much money except 335 dollars and some change in my savings account, money that I was saving for college, however meager. “I have decided that I will have you do whatever I need you to do. Tasks such as making me a sandwich, making sure I am comfortable, and occasional things here and there.” He saw that I was unsure of what he was saying so then he said, “Since I am quite wealthy, I will pay you a premium price for your service. However, I will expect that you will treat me like the royalty I should be,” he said. Did he actually say that out loud? What an egotistical jerk! But how bad could it be? “So when do I start?” “I need you to start tomorrow. I will have separate living quarters for you in case you need to stay longer for your duties. I will fax you a list of duties I will need you to fill,” he said as he got and walked out of the door.  Who still faxes?