Getting Rich Quick, by Gabriel Frailey

If I won the lottery, I would leave whichever casino I was at in Los Angeles and head back to my home town, Detroit, on the east side. The very first thing I would do with the millions of dollars I won is go back home to a block called Kilbourne, between Dickerson and Park Drive. As soon as I got into the house, I would start packing my colorful luggage full of clothes.

Then I would start my journey to see the nature of the world with an open state of mind to experience new things. I’d write in a journal about the new things I did each and every day, learning new languages such as French, Chinese and Italian, trying to express to my mom what just happened.

After a long, soothing, and much-needed trip, I would use my new orange iPhone Six to call my entire family. I would tell them to get ready to be astounded in a day or two. I’d say, “I need you all to call the storage place and ask for some U-Haul trucks to put your things in, so be ready when I get there.” Pulling up across the street in front of the house, I’d see my family waiting. They would want to ask me so many questions, but I would say, “No disrespect, but just wait and see.”

I would roll past the old house and say goodbye, savoring all the memories. Fifteen hours and an airplane flight later, my family would be surprised to see the three thousand acres and the 3,800-foot mansion outside Atlanta, Georgia. My grandmother would tell me to come over to the side of the mansion with her, after seeing the cultivated garden with fruits, greens, string beans, and tomatoes. She would ask how I managed to get all this. I would reply, “It was both bad and good. What would you like to know first?” She would ask for the good part first, and I would respond, “I made huge investments; the other part is I won the lottery when I was gambling with the last couple of dollars I had in my pocket. I was just taking a chances; I don’t know what I was thinking.” I would ask my grandma for her forgiveness and promise to never do it again. Then I would let everyone know that the inside of the house was even more beautiful.

My only butler would be named Floyd, and he would come to the front door with some treats like hot chocolate, mints, warmed-up cinnamon rolls, donuts, and a couple big bags of chips as my family would walk through the front door. They would see everything was made of marble and diamonds in every color imaginable. Finally, Floyd would give us keys to our rooms to see how specially made they were just for them. Nobody could get in the back of the house. I would show my grandmother and my mama their prayer room, which would be sound-proof. Then I would take them all out to the custom-made garage a couple hundred feet away, with every car they told me about growing up. We would see cars made of steel, Bentleys, Corvettes, Rolls Royces, Phantoms, and so much more.

Our younger brother we went to school with in the Bridge Lost Gaps program through Bryant at Madonna University would return my call the next day. His name was Tyler. I would ask if I could come visit him, and he would say, “Yea, can I do something for you today?” I would say, “Can you put my money somewhere in a safe place here?” I would then explain to mama that we will never have to worry about money again, based off the documents I just emailed Tyler.

More than likely, I would visit Detroit to give back to the people who have invested in me and make a promise to take my Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. High School seniors on a trip somewhere different every year. In order for the deal to be kept and implemented, every single 12^th grade student in the building would have to maintain a 3.2 or higher GPA. A month later, I would get some help writing a book called Marvelous Opportunities, which would be published about a year later. 

In conclusion, if I won the lottery, my life would change completely because of all the good deeds I would do. These deeds could affect me and my family for the rest of my life. And I would still keep in touch with the people who stayed in my neighborhood.