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Jamie (James) Alison Carter
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Stephen Davis Jones
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Just another perfect day, just chilling in my massive garden in front of my mansion. It's not easy living this is life, I mean what am I going to do all day? I have so many choices and not enough days. I sigh and lean back in my chair, sunbathing in the sun with a glass of whiskey on the side. All my life has been mapped out for me. My parents made sure to leave me everything when they died, their money, their house and all their possesions. I have all the money I'd ever need in life, never had to work a job. Because rich people don't have to work, they just pay the people to work for them. Apart form my mom and dad I never knew any other family members, I do know that my dad had a brother, but that they didn't keep contact after he tried to steal some money from my dad. And you know, who needs family when everyone wants to be your friend, when you can do anything you want and don't have any worries?

After dinner I stepped in my car and drove to the city, some friends invited me to go gambling with them. All fun and games ofcourse, I never really played my money away because that's just a stupid way to do it but my friends seem to enjoy it. I walked into the casino and instantly got welcomed by the owner of the place. ''Hello Stephen, it's good to see you again. All drinks are on the house alright?'' He said laughing and guided me towards where my friends were sitting. I laughed back at him, ''All good, thank you for the warm welcome.'' People like to get me things for free in the hope I come back more often, ofcourse I accept all free stuff they give me, that's how to stay rich ofcourse. I joined my friends at the table and we started a game of poker, not all too serious ofcourse. My friends did not really care about their money since they were all rich too, ofcourse us people are not going to hang around with some poor people who didn't make it in life. Then in the middle of the game my phone started ringing, I stood up and walked away from the table, picking up the call. ''Hey Matthew, what's up?'' I said. ''Yoo Stephen, you said it was alright if the party was at your place tonight right?'' He asked, ''Yeah ofcourse, I'll join later tonight, I'll tell my maid Ruth to let you guys in and then I'll join later tonight.'' I answered and hung up the phone. I walked back to the table and we played a few more games of poker.

After an hour or two I left the casino and went back to my mansion, the party had already started. Cars we're parked all over my driveway, loud music was playing and people we're everywhere. Seems like Matthew his party was a bomb again. I walked in through the front door and heard Matthew his voice through the speakers. ''The king has entered the building everyone, give him a drink. Now the party can really start!'' He screamed and drinks were being pushed in my hand, I laughed, walked to matthew, grabbed his hand and gave him a pat on the shoulder. ''Good to see you dude.'' I said and he laughed. ''Let's get this party started, I heard that Jason had some cocaine and they're going wild in the second kitchen.'' He said and pulled my hand to get me through the crowd of people. God this party was already a mess, luckily all my expensive stuff was in the safe. I kept all my money there too, never trust the banks is what my parents taught me, so I never did and keeped everything with me.

It was around 3 AM when people suddenly started screaming louder than the music and everyone started running out of the house. I was already standing outside on the driveway to smoke a sigaret with some girls. I looked confused at the people that started getting in their cars and drove away, why the hell we're people leaving so suddenly? Then I noticed the smoke coming from a part of the building. People ran to me saying something about a fire in the main livingroom. ''Fuck you gotta be kidding me man!'' I said and picked up my phone to call 911 and the fire station. I saw my mansion burn away in front of my house, it was spreading like wild fire. The mansion was burning in front of my eyes. The fire department had arrived but they couldn't contain the fire. The realistion kicked in that all my money was in that mansion, they had to work harder, fuck me. If they didn't stop this fire my life would be over.

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Eating breakfast at 2PM was something I had gotten used to. I didn't really have anything to do today so I could sleep for as long as I wanted. I started my day eating a banana, swallowing it down with a black coffee. I smoked a cigarette. And another. And when I sat on the small balconey I smoked another.

I took a quick shower and fixed my hair a bit. After that, I left my house, making sure I locked it. I took my bike to the nearest thriftstore because I needed new jeans. I ripped my favorite jeans yesterday, so it was time for a new one. After walking around the store for half an hour I tried several jeans on. A girl working in the store walked over to me. "They all look great you!" She says excited. "Thanks," I say, looking at my ass in the mirror, they do, I think to myself. After I took the jeans of and my own pants on, the girl comes back to me. "You should buy 'em all!" The girl says and I look at her. "How much money do you think I have, hon?" A bit pissed, I throw three of the jeans in her lap and walk over to the cash desk. I pay for one pair of jeans, get a cute bag to carry the jeans and go home again.

On my way home I stop a small tobacco shop and buy some cigarettes. I know I should stop smoking, seen the fact I barely have any money to eat and cigarettes are hella expensive, but it's a habbit and I cannot simply just quit.

When I get home I put on some old records that I got from my dad at my birthday. It were a few of his favorites. I open the windows to let in the fresh, warm air and start cooking dinner, which is just a simple rice with soy sauce. I let the rice cook while I sit on the balconey, smoking a cigarette again. I eat dinner around 8PM, on the couch watching the news. Nothing interesting happened in either my life nor in the news. A movie starts and since I have nothing better to do I watch it. I fall asleep on the couch, TV still on.

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I wake up the next day, my neck hurts from the weird position I fell asleep in, the TV still on. I get up to make some coffee, when I hear a woman on the TV talking about a big fire. I turn around and look at the TV. "The young man lost his house yesterday, after the fire department could not contain the fire." The picture of the guy shows big on the screen and I shrug. Just another dickhead that lost a bit of his money, he could afford a new house. I wonder why they never show actual news as I pour in another cup of coffee.

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My life has turned upside-down in seconds. The fire department couldn't save my mansion, it's all gone for fucks sake. All my money burnt to crisps, you wouldn't believe it. The only money I had left is what I had on my bank account. Which excisted of some money I still had one it and the money I won at the casino last night.
I can't believe my eyes, my whole mansion gone, some walls still standing but nothing savable. Matthew said I could sleep at his place for one night while I figure everything out, when they find out I lost all my money though, I'm sure they'll drop me like a brick. Friends are all fun and games, untill you don't have what they want anymore and they will all slowly fade away.

I had been calling people all they, had to fire everyone who worked under me. Sold my property and asked people if I could lend some money from them. All my friends just laughed at my request and hung up their phones. They're all dickheads, after everything I had done for them they just fucking drop me because of a stupid fire. I cursed and almost threw my phone against the wall when another friend hung up one me. I was so desperate at this point that I even tried calling my uncle, but he didn't even pick up. My mansion and name were all over the news. Everyone just laughed at it, another rich boy that threw a party and it went wrong. Not knowing that I lost everything, how the fuck am I gonna build myself up again?

Next thing I knew I was looking at cheap ass apartments, it's all so small, my garage was even bigger than these studpid houses. How did people live in such tiny spaces? I look further and find quite a small aparment, everything on one floor and quite cheap. With the money I still had I could rent that place for a couple months. I could get a job, earn back money and move to a bigger house again if this all goes to plan. I decided to call the guy who rented the place and he said that if I wanted I could sign the contract the next they and also move in that same day. I thanked him nicely and started packing the little stuff I still had.

Next morning Matthew pretty much kicked me out, didn't want to be seen with me anymore, just like my other friends. Thank god he was nice enough to drop me off in the neighbourhood that I needed to be in though, I'm guessing he did feel kind of bad for what happened to me. But he couldn't let that show otherwise the whole friend group would drop him too, I knew how it all worked. I walked through the streets, this is actually the opposite of where I used to live. I went from heaven and dropped all the way down to hell. I was wearing some ripped up jeans, a white blouse with a loose leather jacket on top, good enough to still stand out I guess.

As soon as I arrived at the apartment complex I saw the guy I was supposed to meet. He shook my hand and took my inside the 'house' and gave me a little tour of the place. My bedroom used to be bigger than this, how am I going to survive this tiny place? The aparment already had some furniture that the last owner left, I basicly only still had to buy a mattres and some basic house supplies. I sat down at the kitchen table and we both signed the contract, offically making me the new renter of this house.

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Today I do actually have a planning for the day. I promised my best friend Murrilo that I would go out for a coffee with him. We said to meet at the nearest coffeeshop so I could go cycling. After I took a quick shower and dressed up, I smoked a cigarette and eat a banana and drink the last bit of coffee that already turned cold. I walk outside and the sun is shining pretty bright. I love the warm wheater so I decide that this will be a good day. I hang my bag over it and make my way to the coffeeshop.

When walk inside the small shop, I already see Murrilo sitting near the window in the back, so I walk over to him. I give him a hug and ask how he's doing. "I'm good, sun is shining and my hair is glowing," he jokes, touching his hair as he says so. I join him at his table and soon a waiter appears. "Can I pour you something to drink?" She asks, so I order a cappucio. Murrilo starts to talk about the first few weeks of his college experience and I can't help but to feel a bit jealous. "It is really great, I had to get used to everything at first; the shared bathrooms, the big, big hallways, the mega distances you have to walk, the gross coffee they serve." I laugh under the sting of jealousy. When he asks what I did the last few weeks, I get silent. I don't really know what to tell him, since I basically didn't do much.

"I had some job interviews, but they did not really work out. I still work at the bakery three days a week for the bare minimum, but I can get around," is all I say.

"Did you happen to see your brother?" Murrilo asks and I just shake my head.

After we finish the coffee, I leave to go home. I give him a hug as we walk out of the coffeeshop. "You did not have to pay for me," I tell him, "I can pay a fucking cappucino." I feel the jealousy over his life fill me up again. "Don't worry about it," he says and gets into his car, leaving me on the sidewalk. He drives of and I grab my bike.

When I arrive at the appartment, I stall my bike where I always do, but I notice something. The empty appartment next to mine is not as empty as it has been for the last few weeks. Just as I want to open my door, a man walks out of the door of the old appartment next to mine.

I stick out my hand for him to shake, "Looks like you are my new neighbour. I'm Jamie, but everyone calls me James," I say with a smile. And thats the moment I reconize him. The guy from the news this morning. The young, oh so rich, Mister Jones.

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