A One-in-a-Million Win

I'm a pretty average guy. Actually, no I'm not. I owe $5,097 dollars to my ex-girlfriends because of child support. I promise to never have a child again, but my stupid self keeps breaking that promise. I wish I had listened to my Sex Ed teacher when he said "If you're going to be silly, cover your willy!"

I litterally hate my life just because of my annoying exes. Why I gotta pay money to support a baby I ain't even know the name of? These exes really doin' to much.

And I just got fired from my job as a subsitute teacher. It wasn't even that serious. An exsasperating student threw a pencil arcoss the room, so I called their mama a ho. I ain't even get my paycheck!

My net worth is $143 dollars and that is nowhere close to getting what I want personally, or paying child support. I live in an old, abonded apartment. No one lives there so...I thought I should make myself comfortable. I understand that someone might destroy it to make a better apartment, but they can destroy me with it, for all I care. I'm not really liking it over here. The fact that I have to pay precious money just to be alive is ludicrous! Being alive is better than being dead, but it's not always enjoyable.

My main hobby is playing games on my IPhone 6, reading, or buying sratch tickets. I used to have wifi, but now I can only play games like Temple Run or Subway Surf. They're the best games, anyway. I used to be able to buy books whenever I wanted to, but now, I just have 4 books, "All the Wrong Questions, Book 2" by Lemony Snicket, "Diary of a Wimpy Kid, The Last Straw" by Jeff Kinney, "Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Old School" by Jeff Kinney, and "Dork Diaries, Book 7" by Rachel Renee Russel. They're my favorite books, but it does get tedious to read the same books every week.

I know I can still buy books, but I save my money for something else. Scratch tickets. I hate scratch tickets with a burning passion. I always lose! And I always lose money. But free money is so close when buying a scratch ticket! You just gotta pray a LOT, and with God on your side, you can do anything, so I still buy those ridiculous tickets. But I wish I could just win one of them. You just have to test your luck at winning because you never know when you might win, which is why I went to gas station to test my luck once again.

The gas station is the same old stuff. Sometimes you see Bugattis, sometimes you see used and beaten up Mitsubishis, but I never judge. They're all better than what I have.

I walked into the 7 11 near the gas station and asked the same thing I do every week.

"Hey, um, y'all got a scratch ticket?"

"C'mon man, what are you doing back here?" Jamal asked, annoyed. Jamal is my very good friend at the gas station. His shift is every Sunday, the day I go to the gas station to test my luck.

"You know I gotta test my luck!" I replied.

"I already told you! Stop wasting your money on these tickets!" Jamal almost yelled. "You have a higher chance of being struck by lighting than winning the lotto."

"Don't worry, I'll win." I tried to reassure Jamal.

"That's what you said last time."

"I know."

"It's time to get a job." Jamal told me. "Working hard ain't never hurt nobody."

"I know."

"Easy come, easy go." Jamal said. "No pain, no gain."

"I know."

"Ok, so are you sure you wanna buy this ticket?" Jamal asked.

"Very." I answered. Jamal gave me a long, sorrowful sigh and shook his head slowly. He unhurriedly gave me a scratch ticket with a 10 million dollar cash prize. He probably felt really malcontent that his words didn't mean anything to me, but I didn't feel bad. He already knows how stubborn I am, he should expect his words to go through my head like water going through a strainer.

"Here," Jamal said. "I know you like the big cash prizes that get exponentially more impossible to win." He then unecessarily added.

"Aye bruh, watch out." I hissed. "When I win, do you think I'll give you any cash?"

"Alright, alright man."

"As expected." I said. "Man, I'm gonna go WILD with this money, bro!"

"You ain't even earn it yet." Jamal muttered. I just took the lotto ticket from him, said a goodbye, then left.

A Rolls-Royce Ghost was parked on of the slots. One day I'll have that car. Once I win this lottery. I stopped in front of the 7 11 prior to me scanning the ticket slowly. Match the three cherries for 10 million dollars, seems easy enough. I scratched off all the nine boxes before I could see the luckiness is my eyes. I had just won 10 million dollars.