Narrative+-+The+Problem+With+Money

I died last night, under the old willow tree in the old town centre. It was peaceful, it did not hurt, but here is the story of how it happened.

It all started when I won $1 000 000 in the lotto. I was so excited that I went on an immediate shopping trip with all my friends to celebrate my winnings. I had a great time being able to buy whatever I wanted, no matter how much it cost.

When I got home I invited all my friends to the fanciest restaurant in town and I paid for everyone. It cost $1 535 for the table, the food and a $100 tip. It felt great to have so much money but after that I started to get carried away.

The next day I went shopping and spent $5 000 on shoes, $7 050 on clothes and I spent $35 757 on a new pool for my backyard. Every day, I spent at least $50 000.

As days went on, I lost more money and it wasn’t until I received a $2 000 000 bill that I realised that I had spent too much.

The next day I sold my luxurious mansion for a tiny cottage with only one room. I hated it, but decided it would have to do.

Even after I sold my mansion I was still $1 035 758 in debt. I didn’t have enough money for food so I was living on nothing but stale bread and water, stolen from the supermarket’s rubbish bins.

But soon my supplies of bread and water ran out, so I sold my cottage to buy food. However, the money didn’t last long, so after that I had nothing.

If I could take back what I did, I would, but now I know that it’s too late to change anything. By Meg Fleming.