Hannah+P

=Pricella= I thought that I would live in luxury all my life. Boy was I wrong. My dad just had to have workers to work for us in our field. I thought we'd go to Vegas or Angelos. Not Cleveland, Ohio.

You couldsay I'm spoiled; Or just lucky. I'm 12 years old and I have 13 cars, 8 of 'em are Cameroes, 2 of 'em are Lamborgini's, 3of 'em have flip //up// doors. I am from Spain, but I speak perfect English. For one thing, I'm not a brat.Well, maybe 20% brat but, c'mon, who isn't a brat? But I love seeing people happy where they are.The only thing bad with what I like seeing is that when my dad gets almost too happy.

Let me tell you about my father.//He// spoiled me. Even though I enjoyed it. //He// got me 12 I-Phones and //he// got me 14 I-Pads and //he// got me I-Pod Touches and //he// got me 15 laptops! But I couldn't help that and niether could he. I'm the only one he's got. My mom died in a plane crash about three years ago. At that time my dad couldn't look at me 'cause he said I look too much like her. Both my mom and dad were only childs. So I have no aunts or uncles. I have no grandparents either. Died from heart attacks. But I'm not lonely at all. Niether is my dad. And that changes the way i feel sometomes 'cuse I think about how lucky we are.

Anyway, he told me we'd be movin' to a famous, well-known place. I thought it was gonna be Las Vegas or Las Angelos. //Not Cleveland, Ohio.// Cleveland looked like a big pile of dirt! Run-down buildings, trashy looking, the whole shin-dig. When he said we'd be in a hotel, I was so relieved. Untill I got there and saw our room. It looked like the set from a horror movie! Ya know what word sums it up? Yuck. There were cockroaches in the closet, bedbugs crawling up our legs, and spiders everywhere. And ya know what the worst part is? It was a five star hotel.

I needed some air. I walked along the sidewalk untill I saw this empty lot. All kinds of different races and people working together. Then I glanced over and saw this Indian guy building a bench for an old woman at the side of the garden. You could see everything from that spot. I cold tell she had arthritis in her hands the way she was holding them. Then I felt welcome. I didn't feel like I was the alpha anymore. I was equal to them. Not above them. I felt like I was so foolish believing that just 'cause i was rich that I was better than everyone. What was I thinking? It was really strange how one minute I you feel rich and snobby, then the other you feel really good about yourself and other people. I remembered my mother right then and there,, at the beginning of that lot. Me and my mo used to plant different snapdragons in our backyard.That was my mother's favorite plant. I felt he sudden urge to join the crowd, so I did.

I started to plant when this really nice lady named Leona came over and talked to me. We talked about our family and how our lives are and all that stuff. Then I looked for someone kinda my own age. I knew for sure that they wouldn't be exactly like me. Not many people these days have long blonde hair and brown eyes. Then I found this girl named Kim. She is really nice. She talked about her father and I talked about my mother.

I came back to the gaqrden every single day. That is untill //moving day.//I almost didn't want to go home. That garden made me feel like I finally made some friends. I loved my snapdragons. But I wanted to really leave a scar on the garden. A good one that is. So I thought of something big. Bigger than anyone could image. Something that would definitely change that garden forever. But, I didn't think of it untill I glanced over to Leona's goldenrod. It was dying in this scortching heat. I didn't want to let her down, so I thoght of something BIG. I donated my allowance to the garden. $3,000 in cash. I gave it to Leona, since her garden needed it most. I told her that it was for new soil, seeds, and advanced watering system.When I gave them the money, they were smiling bigger than the Joker! But on //moving day//, I took a bunch of pictures to take home with me.

Next thing ya know, I was in the paper! Even when I came home I still didn't want to be snobby, so I definitely changed my ways. But ya know, I wonder how long a few letters will take to get to Cleveland.