Chap.3

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Whittney is rich

I always envied rich people, they were born with a golden spoon no need to work and starve everyday.

While me—us, my family has to strive hard and sweat blood to eat atleast twice a day.

I envied my classmates who can afford cellular phones and any thing they want becausee they have enough money.

Nevertheless I am happy, I may not be rich but my bestfriends are enough to make me feel like I am complete everyday, that I don't need so much money to be human. Or so I thought.

I was contented at first, until I got bored with my life, I wanted to be like other kids who burn cash to be happy, but I didn't know being rich comes with a huge huge prize, a prize cannot be payed by money.

My father was a balut vendor, my mother is a dishwasher at one of the most visited eatery in town.

And the story was like, my mother was serving the customers then she heard them talking about a lotto prize, '06-20-04-86-88-30' was the mixture of the number, that time she had her day halfed aince she also wasn't feeling well.

Then at night, she commanded my dad to go to lottery and play, the same number. At morning our neighbors visited our house, mom was crying, my dad wasn't in his mind.

WE WON THE LOTTERY.

"Congratulations Whitteny." Elena said and hugged me tight.

"Where's Miranda?" I asked her, but she only looked away.

I suddey then remembered our promises to each other. [We will be the one to rise our family from being poor] 

"This is what you wan't right Whittney?" She said and turn her back on me and leave our house while my parents were busy packing our things to leave for our new house.

:--;🍒

I sighed remembering those memories 3years ago, I still cant get over it.

I achieved my, dream to burn cash and buy what I want, but my bestfriends left me. I had new friends, nut they only want me for money. pathetic bitches.

I went out of the cafe and went inside my car, I instructed my driver to bring me to cemetery and he did.

When we got there, I put a flower on their tomb which I buyed a while ago.

"Emelyn Wandea 1984-2018"

"Alfredo Wandea 1980-2018"

"Amanda Mirabeles 2000-2018"

Yes, they died. Out of ambush and Amanda was with them, they thought I was her so they raped her.

I was just silently staring at thier tombstone and whispering my prayers for them when I heared footsteps coming near me but what broke my heart was her voice.

"Amanda died when Whittney became rich, she was a misfortune and badluck to Amanda's life."

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