Alex, Age 12, Easton, CT

“Would you like to buy a lottery ticket?” asked the man in the green shirt.

“Sorry, I’m not the gambling type.” I replied.

“Did I mention the jackpot is up to ten billion dollars?” The man persuaded.

“I’ll take two, please.” The man gave me two tickets.

“Have a nice day!” The cashier yelled. I stepped on the mat in front of the door and the electric doors slid open. I slipped out of the door towards my Porsche. I heard a

“Click” sound and saw that my sports car’s gas tank had filled up.

I was a tall brown haired man with loads of cash I had inherited from my dead aunt and uncle. I had a head full of bright ideas. I was an engineer working in London with a company that builds houses. It paid great, but I spent most of my money on pointless stuff such as models of pigs and postcards I know I’ll never use. I recently returned from a business meeting in Indonesia, and I was really sick from eating rice for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I stepped in my car and buckled my seatbelt. I got this car custom made in Germany, double the price of a regular Porsche. My Porsche was black with red stripes on the side. It has seats made of leather and a GPS that probably cost ten thousand dollars. I was heading home from work and going to my uncle’s house. My uncle was a computer software engineer. I pulled up his driveway and saw him on his deck with his wife, who got another diamond necklace today. Oh, yes, one thing I forgot. My uncle was alive and rich.

“Anthony! Good to see you,” Said my uncle “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” I replied “and you, Uncle Sam?”

“I’m great! Your aunt is too! Right dear?” He asked.

“Oh I’m so glad to see you Anthony! I got another diamond necklace, if you can’t tell!”

She flashed the necklace towards me and a blinding light from the reflection forced me backwards.

“I can, of course. Well I just stopped by to check in on you! I’m off!” I said

“Bye Anthony!” They both said in unison. I hopped in my car and screeched off to the right. I merged onto the highway and drove all the way uptown to my house. I lived in Scranton, Pennsylvania. It was autumn, when all the colored leaves floated down and finally rested on the ground. I pulled up my driveway, which was recently paved, and parked in my garage. I walked in the front door and my brother, Tim, was sitting on the couch eating chips. His house recently got foreclosed, so he needed a place to stay.

“Hey.” I said.

“Hey.” He said back.

“Uncle Sam is doing fine. Auntie Eileen got another diamond necklace.” I said.

“Fifth one this week.” He said.

“Well anyway, I got us both lottery tickets. The drawing is tonight at nine.” I said.

“Thanks.” Tim said. I sat down on the couch with him. I picked up the remote and flicked on the TV. I flipped through channels until I got to FOX 5 and stayed there.

“It’s eight fifty-nine now, so let’s just wait and see if they draw it.” I said. After about a minute of pointless commercials, the lottery finally started.

“Welcome to Big Bucks Lottery!” The announcer said.

“This month’s lottery is twelve digits! Let’s get started!” The announcer turned on a machine and it started spinning. It spit out the numbers in order 1, 5, 7, 3, 0, 8, 3, 5, 1, 1, 8, 4. I looked at my card. And, coincidently, all my numbers matched.



“I just won the lottery!”

The next day I jumped out of bed and ran to my car without changing out of my pajamas. I instantly turned on the ignition and floored the pedal. My tires squealed as I turned and I raced downtown. I got stuck in traffic, but I just kept going. I finally decided to park and ran to the Big Bucks Lottery building.

And then it happened.

A hobo was lying on the ground and asked for some change. I reached down my pocket and pulled out a dollar bill. I handed it to him and walked away.

It was the biggest mistake I ever made.

Somehow the gum in my pocket melted between the bill and the ticket. So of course when I picked up the bill, little did I know that I was handing him not only a dollar, but a ten billion dollar ticket. I just gave a hobo ten billion and one dollars. I deserve an award for that.

I was in front of the building and I had a giant grin on my face, and walked through the revolving door. I strolled up to the reception and said, “Where do you get your money if you just won the lottery?”

“May I see your ticket?” The receptionist asked. I dug through my pockets to grab the ticket. ‘Now where is that ticket?’ I thought to myself. I was looking through my pockets frantically. I was getting a dry feeling in my throat and my stomach was in a knot.

“If you don’t have a ticket I’m going to have to ask you to leave, sir.” The receptionist claimed. I obeyed her and left the building, almost in tears.

I had wondered where the ticket had gone and then it hit me, specifically the sound waves of the hobo screaming. He had come out from the revolving door and thanked me for giving him the ticket. I watched in defeat and anger as he ran into the distance.

I left town, my face scowling at anyone I met, and slid into my car. I slowly drove home.

When I got home, the first person I saw was my brother, of course.

“I heard. It was on the news.” He said

“I am so mad at myself.” I said

“Well the good news is that some funeral people called. They say you have an extra five billion dollars still on your dead uncle’s will. It was on the back.” Tim claimed.

“Wow, really? That’s great. It almost makes up for almost getting ten billion dollars, and giving it to a hobo. I’ll try to forget about this then.” I said

“Please do.” Tim mumbled. And so I inherited the five billion extra dollars and bought some more pig models and postcards. Tim inherited five billion, also, and bought his own house. So in the end I gave a hobo ten billion dollars. I gave a man his dignity back. I felt great.

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