The old house was creaking. The windows where scarred with shattering marks from years of being hit by various unidentifiable objects. My pencils weren't sharpened!! What?!!! My pencils weren't sharpened. They were premium office work pencils, the nearest thing to luxury I ever owned. My life was as close to unlivable as I believe it can get. How I wished not to have to live under the poverty line and this dream keeps growing every day, it now consisted of a house, green garden and a pool with summer all year round.
My dad died when I was three weeks old, of brain cancer. We never mention him anymore; Mom would just dissolve into tears. All my life, it was me (Alice), ...view middle of the document...
He was young with lots of love and emotion. He wasn’t choosy or disrespectful; just a peaceful boy. He was so important to us.
Where was I? Oh right. So my house was creaking and the windows were scarred. Our plumbing was decades old, and so was the pale paint peeling of the wall. I was sharing a room with Charlie and my mom slept on the couch. The space was so crammed. The area where we lived was also polluted with both garbage and people. There where 10 people every square meter, and huge cars trampled the busy road. It felt like a dump and smelled of rotten cheese and animal droppings. Of course the ancient guillotine outside our house did not help the nightmare I was living. It was the crown jewel of all the misery that covered the world like a dark cloak. Since my mom's career never took off, this was all we had. Life was tough. Then on February 21st a life-changing thing happened. My mom had sold a house.
It all happened on a chilly February afternoon. The wind was blowing; the icicles were hanging and it was hibernal of all things winter. My mom was about to go home when an old woman, dressed like she was going to meet the queen of England, with her petticoats and all finery "Ma'am this house is divine I would like to take it, lets start the paper work at once. I am ready for retirement and would lime to do good to those who luck has deserted them, I hope a million dollar will cover your fee and set you free". My mom was crying tears of joy in between shots of delight. After, two hours of defer, my mom left with a heavy check and a sigh of happiness. That was the day we became millionaires.
All the years cars beside our lane where driving up to our house almost on our property but then suddenly as their starting, turning left to a brighter future. A future where big houses with bright green lawns await their return. Where flowers aren't afraid to grow. And today, it was our turn, we were doing the same; we were on the road to success.
Tomorrow has finally turned to today. There were no birds singing, no flowers smiling..........just the musty old...