The Lottery Ticket
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,” I said “Any number.” The man gave me the 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 back to my Porsche. I heard a faint “Click” sound and saw that the gas tank had filled up.
I was a tall man with loads of cash I inherited from my dead aunt and uncle. I had a very creative mind and my head was full of bright ideas. I was an engineer working in London with a company that builds houses. My job had a great pay, 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 from Germany, and that about doubles the price of a regular Porsche. I was heading home from work and going to my uncle’s house. My uncle was a very creative man like myself, and he designs computer software. I pulled up his driveway and saw him on his porch with his wife, who got another diamond necklace today. Oh, yes, one thing I forgot. My uncle was filthy 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 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 hopped up onto the highway and drove all the way uptown to my house. I lived in Scranton, Pennsylvania. It was autumn, with all the colored leaves floating down and finally resting 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 was sitting on the couch eating chips. Why was he there? His house recently got foreclosed and he just started living with me.
“Hey.” I said
“Hey.” He said back.
“Uncle Sam is doing fine. Auntie Eileen got another diamond necklace.” I said.
“Fifth one this week.” Tim, My brother, 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 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 TV said.
“This month’s lottery is twelve digits! Let’s get started!” The announcer, well, announced. She 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. You know what I noticed? I noticed that my card matched all of those numbers.
“HOLY GUACAMOLE!!!” I yelled out.
“I just won the lottery!” I said.
I bumped into someone and the card fell out of my hand. I quickly tried to pick it up but I was too late. The card fell down to the sewer.
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’m really sad.” I said
“Well, the good news is the will department called. They say you still have an extra five billion dollars you still have on your dead uncle's will. It was on the back.” Tim claimed.
“That actually makes everything better. It is five billion off, but it still is a lot. I guess I’ll just forget this whole thing happened.” I said
“Please do.” Tim mumbles. So I went on with life and I gave one million to Tim to buy a new house. I tried to forget about the experience, but still I can’t believe I was that close. But in the end I was able to put it all behind me.
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