Money buys everything!

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was as ordinary as anyone who is born. This girl was born in to the most perfect home, with wealty parents who got her into all the right schools and all the right country clubs. She was a straight A+ student who did really well in school and everybody had high expectations that she would do well in life in general. She was pretty, she was as pretty as a Disney princess. She had the same boyfriend all through High School and through College, everybody saw them and thought they were meant for eachother. They loved eachother so much.

.......but we all know that this story does not really end perfect. This girl, from this wealthy family met some people who might have not been the best influence on her. She made some mistakes. Started taking drugs, almost ruining herself and her family along side of it all. Doing rehab and everything that goes with it. All though having a lot of money might be good, all good it did for this girl was buying her way out prison and out of the newspapers.

What made this girl go the wrong way? Was it her parents who always had to work and keep their appairence on different occasions? Was it the money, that she knew, could buy her way out?

This perfect girl, in her perfect timing was not so lucky. She woke up in an abonded storage house, with a guy who was dead. The building was on fire, and she was on the second floor. She tried to get out to the stairs, but there was no way to get thru the door. She had no way out. How could money or any of her perfectness get her out of this mess? This time nothing could help her but herself.

She saw some windows on the other side, and started crawling over the floor to get to them. To try to get out of there she thought to herself. While she was crawling she heard the cracks of the floor under her, she could feel the heat beneath her legs and hands. A thousand thoughts went thru her mind as she felt the heat of the fire just beneath her. The thoughts of everything she'd ever done wrong in her life and all of the mistakes and misery she had put her family thru. She prayed to God, hoping that God would be abel to save her, and that God would show his mercy on her.

 She kept on crawling across the floor, as the flames got hoter, and hoter she still had hope that God would save her and have mercy for her. She had almost reach the windows when she felt the floor crack, and as it fell down a little under her, she leaped for the window. As she leaped for the window she felt the floor beneath her fall. It fell as hard as rock and the flames showed no mercy. She felt alone, she felt as though God had abonded her and that God would not save her at all.

She held on to the side of the windows, barely abel to rise herself up to it. She raised herself up, standing on the beams that had not fallen down. That's when she realised that the windows was not going to open, there was no way. The bars on the window outside was welled on thight. There was no time for her to get them of. Before she knew it, the beams she was standing on broke in half under her, she fell maybe two meters or so. Landing hard on the ground floor, covered by flames everywhere. She tried to get up, but there was no way, her ancle must have broken in the fall.

Tears ran down from her face, believing this was the end for her. She felt sorry for hersef, for the first time there was nobody to bail her out from the problems she faced. She cried knowing nobody was there to die with her og beside her.

The smoke and fires was closing up on her. She prayed one last time to God, not to ask God for help, but this time for forgivness! She was sorry for all the wrong she had done to her family and taking her life for granted. She had realised that life was a gift, a gift not to play with, but God had no mercy to give as it seems because she was still caught in the middle of all the fire. The fire was closing in, she could feel her skin burning real deep now. She screamed from the pain, she felt the fire spreading across her skin.

She realised that she was really dying, so she screamed "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Please God forgive me and let my family know I really do love them and I'm sorry." God still showed no mercy and let the fire burn her. It burned and burned. Before the fire ate her up, she saw a light.

She opended her eyes, the nurse told her, "Hey wake up, you've been in a coma from an overdose of heroin, but don't you worry. You're in perfect care. The worst is over now."

So does money buy everything?

Somebody once says: "You die alone, there's never any glory or honor in it."