A homeless woman gets an offer to live a comfortable life, only to find out there’s much more to it, maybe even her life.
Dear Miss Alexus Gravel, my name is Mr. Theadore Trump, I own a small mansion in a town called Great Springs. You probably haven’t herd of it. I’m writting this letter to you to tell you that you have been picked to spend five days in the mansion doing a treasure hunt. Now, if you can find all the clues and treasure by the end of the five days I will give you the mansion and twenty-five million dollars. You won’t have to work and you’ll have a roof over your head. sincerely Mr. Trump. P.S. You may bring two other people with me.
I found the letter sitting on my bunk in the dorm house I’ve been living in for two years now since I lost my house and everything but, the clothes on my back. I’ve been doing odd jobs around the house. I was wondering what all this was in the letter. Why someone would offer me a house and money for a treasure hunt. It says that I can bring two other people with me. But, who can I trust and what would they get out of this for being with me. I don’t think I’d tell them anything about the money.
I then, decided to burn the letter in the toilet. Now, I needed to figure out who I’m going to bring with me and who I’m going to trust. I could ask Dorthy and Marge if they are up for some fun. I went to find them. They were out back smoking. I don’t smoke so I walked over to them and asked them if they were interested. ‘Sure,’ they said. Now, we needed to come up with a way to get to Great Springs. It was somewhere southeast of here. Then, it dawned on me, we could hitch hike all the way there or we could ask someone if they are going that direction and see if they would take us.
It was almost lights out and I hadn’t finished getting ready for bed. My bunk is on the top so I need to be careful how I get up there if I’m to late. When I was done in the bathroom the lights had only been out for three minutes. I climb carefully up into my bed. I laid on my back and looked up at the ceiling. I didn’t really know this Mr. Trump, wasn’t sure if this whole treasurehunt thing is some kind of joke. I’ve never been lucky in my life. When I lost everything and had to come here, I felt like I should be dead or something. Not to many people can deal with their life falling apart like me.
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