The Money That Smells Different
THIS IS ABOUT HOW GUY'S LIFE CHANGES WHEN HIS PARENTS DIE AND HE HAS TO TAKE CARE OF HIS MENTALLY ILL UNCLE.HE GETS A WHACKY IDEA THAT WILL HIM MAKE MONEY GETS HIM INTO TROUBLE.IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN A CRIME THRILLER, YOU MUST TAKE THIS ONE. THIS IS AN ONLINE SERIAL(NOT THE LONG KIND) THAT I WILL BE UPLOADING EVERY WEEK. HOLD YOUR BREATHE FOR THERE IS MORE TO COME.
EPISODE 1
We landed at the station, not the airport, didn't have enough MONEY
. The trains were designed inretro fashion. Wonder why everything looks old and worn out. My family was young, the oldest being my uncle. He’s my dad’s elder brother, the rest are my dad, mom and I. The train should come and we leave for Goa. My dad had bought a house there; don’t know how he had managed that. We fell very short of MONEY till my mom found herself a job. She was a teacher and on the serious side, my dad had problems in the research center and couldn't keep up his job. He was a scientist, the serious and working kind. He spends a lot in the lab for some research. Neither my mom nor I ever understood what it was about but we hoped for better days. I felt unwelcome though Goa was beautiful and mom seemed excited but uncle just stared on. My uncle was mentally ill and had been like this since his wife and kids were killed within his reach in front of his eyes. I was said that they had met with an accident. Poor uncle, wonder what he would have been like had he been alright? Would he be like my father? Bet, he would be way better. I didn't hate my dad; it’s just that I don’t like him. He’s always in his lab just a little left beside our house. I met him only at our eat-together's. Mom said he had to work all day for our comfort but I knew mom earned more. My dad spoke fine whenever he’s at the eat-together's but I never understood the reason for him spending more time in the lab. I was always with my mom. She prepares breakfast, sends me to school, goes to one herself and takes me for a walk in the evening. We talked about school and life and everything else. She then comes back and prepares dinner for us and gives uncle his medicine. She made me do my homework and always told me that I should make a lot of friends. I had a few at school but I was not really the mixing type, after all my dad was like that.
. The trains were designed inretro fashion. Wonder why everything looks old and worn out. My family was young, the oldest being my uncle. He’s my dad’s elder brother, the rest are my dad, mom and I. The train should come and we leave for Goa. My dad had bought a house there; don’t know how he had managed that. We fell very short of MONEY till my mom found herself a job. She was a teacher and on the serious side, my dad had problems in the research center and couldn't keep up his job. He was a scientist, the serious and working kind. He spends a lot in the lab for some research. Neither my mom nor I ever understood what it was about but we hoped for better days. I felt unwelcome though Goa was beautiful and mom seemed excited but uncle just stared on. My uncle was mentally ill and had been like this since his wife and kids were killed within his reach in front of his eyes. I was said that they had met with an accident. Poor uncle, wonder what he would have been like had he been alright? Would he be like my father? Bet, he would be way better. I didn't hate my dad; it’s just that I don’t like him. He’s always in his lab just a little left beside our house. I met him only at our eat-together's. Mom said he had to work all day for our comfort but I knew mom earned more. My dad spoke fine whenever he’s at the eat-together's but I never understood the reason for him spending more time in the lab. I was always with my mom. She prepares breakfast, sends me to school, goes to one herself and takes me for a walk in the evening. We talked about school and life and everything else. She then comes back and prepares dinner for us and gives uncle his medicine. She made me do my homework and always told me that I should make a lot of friends. I had a few at school but I was not really the mixing type, after all my dad was like that.
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