Diary of a Poor Billionaire

Diary Entry #1: August 29. Dear diary, Why is life so unfair? While others are sleeping on the bed of dollars, others are not sure how they will live the tomorrows ahead judging from the money they had. Unfortunately, I am the latter. Ever since my father died when I was really young, I lived my whole life in destitution. And it was even more difficult; what with living in one of the most high-end places in the US. Perhaps I should be thankful now. My aunt serves as the light at the end of the tunnel in our life. When I was eight years old, my mother went to her sister’s residence to beg for support for my study. Though they hold grudges with each other (for which I don’t know the reason), my aunt still accepted me. Of course, I don’t have many privileges in the house. But should I really be thankful? Not that I’m rude or what, but my aunt’s treatment towards me worsens as time passes by. At first, they let me dine with her and her family like I belonged in their family. But soon I worked as their housekeeper and they even limit my rations for each meal. Other than that, they didn’t hesitate to beat me when I made a mistake. Sigh. Of course, I’m still grateful, for without them I would be a worthless beggar now. They never broke their promise to my mother—that is, to support my studies. Even though they never paid any expenses for my study (they never sent me to private school, of course), I am still grateful because I was paid for every work I’ve done for them. By the way, dear diary, I have now a good reason to smile despite what happened to me these past few days (my aunt never gave me three days' worth of meal because I offended her daughter, Shania). Guess what? I passed the scholarship for admission to Seattle University, one of the most prestigious schools in Washington. Can you believe my luck? It happened a month ago. Michael Moore, the richest man in Washington, made a huge investment in Seattle. It was expected that Seattle will undergo a big change under his major projects. On top of that, one of his foundations offered scholarships for all qualified college students studying within the state of Washington. That’s how I was able to enroll in Seattle University. I aced the scholarship tests with ease (good thing I learned enough). I don’t know if it’s really worth celebrating, though. But at least I can live in a dormitory, away from my aunt. Other than that, there’s really no other reason to celebrate for. Perhaps because the students there would mostly be big shots. I’ve had enough dealings with them in high school. Students from rich families were surely bullies, arrogant, and self-centered. I was even bullied by students in high school whose family’s status was just a notch higher than the average. How much more if I mess up with a student whose status is so powerful that with just one call can take my life? Other than that, my cousin, Shania Pence, will also be studying at Seattle University. Gosh, why can’t I get rid of that b*tch! (Better keep this diary from my aunt, or I might be dead.) I can’t help but sigh. The start of the term will be in three days. Earlier this morning, I was busy packing my things for college. Not that I am excited (well, kind of), it’s just that I have to go to the dormitory first to settle things down. I guess I have written enough. (Though, I suspect it’s too long just for one entry, no?) May I wish myself good luck this year! P.S. Honestly, I don’t know why I start to keep a diary now. Weird, isn’t it? I don’t even know what to write about. Well, maybe because I was euphoric since I was accepted at Seattle University. *shrug off* Sincerely, ERICK JOHN MILLER