“Tim! We won. We won!” I heard my Mom shout. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
“Did you hear that Rachel?” I asked my sister.
“Yeah. What do you think it’s about?”
“I don’t know, but Mom seems be excited about it.” I climbed out of bed and turned the lights on. “Do you think we should go see?”
“Why not, we’re up anyways. My sister and I made our way to the living room where our Mom and Dad were dancing like how dorky parents dance. “What’s going on?”
“Something fantastic,” Mom said while still dancing her weird dance moves.
“Are you guys going to tell us or just keep dancing?” They finally stopped.
“Okay, you guys might want to sit down for this.” Rachel and I did so and sat on the couch. “Are you ready?!”
Our parents looked at each other with big eyes then at us and said together, ‘We won the lottery!” Rachel and I looked at each other in disbelief.
“Is this some kind of joke? Because it’s not worth waking up in the middle of the night for,” I said.
“We would never make up something like this. I just watched the recording and the numbers matched up perfectly.”
“You mean the 1.5 billion dollar lottery?” Rachel asked.
“Yep,” Dad said. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“No joke?” I asked.
“No joke. In fact, we’re going to go to the gas station right now,” Dad said. “Do you kids want to come along? We’ll get you any kind of candy and soda you want.” We hardly ever got either of those things, so of course we had to. “You know what, we’ll just buy all of the candy, that way you don’t have to waste your time with choosin. How does that sound?”
“That sounds awesome!” I exclaimed
“And you know what, you guys don’t have to share a room anymore,” Mom said.
“Are we getting a new house?” Rachel asked.
“Yeah and instead of trying something better in the neighborhood, we’ll just move to a much nicer town. Maybe California,” Dad said. Rachel and I couldn’t old our excitement in any longer and we burst out in squeels. Then we all started to dance our own little celebration dances. “Kids, be prepared because your lives are about to change,” Dad said.
It was only a month later when everything was much different. We moved to a mansion out in Beverly Hills, which was way nicer than our trailer home in Missouri. Rachel and I had our own rooms that were huge. We also didn’t go to regular school, we were home schooled. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. We only have three hours of classes. Mom and Dad got their dream cars. Dad got Mom the dream jewelry set she always wanted. He got me a pet dog and Rachel a pet horse. We were set for life. We were living the great lives of movie stars, singers, and plain old rich people. Instead of dreaming about this having this kind of life anymore, I dreamed about what I could be asking for Christmas this year. I think I was going to ask for a pet tiger. Yeah, that sounded good.