Being rich isn't always a matter of fact

Being rich isn't always a matter of fact, and even though you have lots of money, your happiness can change faster than you can imagine.

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- Hannah, it’s phone for you! My Mums’ voice reverberated through the house from downstairs. – I’m coming! I said loudly and ran down the stairs. – Eh, hello? I whispered in to the telephone, while I fidget with impatience. – Hello, Hannah. It’s Rob calling. Well, maybe you have guessed why? I giggled an anxious laughter, and said: - I’m beginning to understand, I think. Has it something with the film role to do? – You’re absolutely right, my dear friend. My colleagues and I have decided to call you in to another audition. We think that you are a very interesting person, and you did it very well the last time you were here. If you are coming back and show us a bit more of your qualities, the job as an actress can be yours. – Are you kidding? Really? Oh, I don’t know what to say, I screamed happily. – Well, it’s not sure that you get the role, but the prognoses are very good. – That’s great! Oh, thank you, Rob. I’m going to love you through the rest of my life if I get the job. – Don’t thank me. Thank yourself, Hannah. It’s you who have the talent, not me. I’m just the film director. Then he said goodbye, and our little chat was over.


I decided to not tell Mum and Dad about what Rob had told me. I wanted to surprise them with it instead. Therefore I lied and said that I was going out with a friend, when I in reality was going to Robs’ film studio, doing a new audition there. Mum didn’t care. – Be home before midnight she said, lightening a cigarette with her right hand. Dad didn’t care either; he didn’t know about my little excursion, because he was at work. He was a managing director at a shopping centre nearby, and as you maybe have guessed, my family was really rich because of that. Anyway, now I was standing in the hall, putting on my very expensive jacket, made by our family’s own designer, Lisa Hamilton. Then I opened the street door that was made of appetizing mahogany, with a door handle in solid silver, and walked out.


- Just do as you will be told, OK? I was standing in front of the panel in the film studio, and Rob had just given me an instruction. – I’d catch it, I said and smiled. - Now we want you to imagine that you are locked into an elevator. We want to see your reactions, and the way you would have acted if you had been in that situation, another man in the panel commended. I did as I was told. I think that I can say, without boasting, that I’m very good at performing. – Excellent! Rob said when I was ready. – Now we want you imagine that you have been shoot by a gun, and that you try to walk even though you know that you are going to collapse very soon, the other man from the panel said. I may have done my performance really well, because the panel applauded me afterwards. Then they wanted me to do a few things more, before I could leave the room, relieved and happy. 


The whole actress-thing started some weeks earlier, when I saw an advertisement in the newspaper about a film company that needed some young and sporty boys and girls to a film project. I contacted the company, and was told to come at an audition later that week. And that was the reason why Rob had called me today. He was interested in me as an actress, and therefore he wanted me to do a second audition, which I now had done. The only thing I could do now was to wait for the result.


When I came home, my Mum was sitting evidentially intoxicated and disregarded in a living chair. I wasn’t surprised. My Mum was a drug addict, and injected big doses of drugs every day. Of course wanted my Dad and me her to stop, but then she threatened us with the fact that she was going to take suicide if we didn’t let her take drugs. Therefore I couldn’t do anything when I found my mother like I did now. The only thing I could was to tuck a blanket around her.


- Your tiny little bitch! What on earth have you done? It was an hour since I came home, and my Dad was standing in the living room with his eyes focusing at Mum. – What do you think you are? he continued. – Oh, shut up, Mum said, as she was talking through someone’s nose. Her voice was always like that when she was intoxicated. – Shut up? Shall I just shut up, you say? Oh no, NO! FORGET IT! I WILL NOT SHUT UP! he screamed as if he was an old headmaster from the 50’s. - For heavens sake Lilly, don’t you understand? You have ruined my life, my job and everything! I can’t just stand here and act like if nothing has happened. – But I don’t know what you are talking about, Mum said. – You know exactly what I mean, Lilly. I’ve loosed my job today just because of you and your drugs. The police called me when I arrived at work today. And do you know what they said? They said that you, my filthy junkie of a wife, had been contributing to a drug smuggle. I’ve been told that you don’t need to go in prison, but that I have to pay a lot of money because of the things that you have done. And as if that wasn’t enough, I loosed my job as a managing director because my colleagues think that I’m a junkie too. IF YOU DON’T STOP USING DRUGS, I WANT TO GET DIVORCED! Dad screamed, and exhaled. Mum didn’t care, shrugged her shoulders and felled to sleep in the living chair she was sitting in. I stood there speechless, plucking on my fingernails. – What shall we do, sweetheart? Your Mum lives in her own world, Dad said sadly. – I don’t know, I answered. Do we have to sell our house? Dad told me that we had to. He had already found a small flat that we should move into the next month. – It’s nearby your school, he said. – Well, that’s good. At least it’s one thing that’s positive with it after all, I said and sighed.


I had always thought at our huge part of money as a matter of fact. Now it wasn’t that anymore. I went up to my bedroom and lay down in bed. – I really need money to be happy, I whispered to my favourite teddy bear. – Money is the only way to happiness. Then I went up from bed and placed myself in front of my mirror. There I could see an unhappy 13-year-old girl, with long, blond and curled hair, blue eyes and a skinny little body. Her clothes was made by Lisa Hamilton, and was the most beautiful you can ever think about. But now the little girl should loose all her favourite clothes and all the expensive things that she was so connected with, that her life never would be the same. Maybe it’s selfish thinking that money nearly earns your life, and that you can’t life without it. But I was so used to be a rich girl, and the fact that I wasn’t that girl anymore made me sick.


Later that evening, the phone rang. It was I who answered it. – Hannah! Do you know what? It was Rob again. – No, I said thunderstruck. I actually knew what he was going to say, but I had never thought that I was going to get the film role, so I got very bewildered. – You’ve got the job as an actress, Hannah! You’ve actually got it! – I can’t believe it. That’s amazing! Oh, I have to tell Mum and Dad! That’s just…well I haven’t words for it. The word amazing isn’t enough. Ha ha! I shouted out with joy. – Well, the filming of the movie is the 25th of June, so we need you to come to the film studio by nine o’clock in the morning that date. - Trust me; I will be there, I said happier then ever. – Well, I see you then. Bye! Rob said.


Mum! Dad! Do you know what? I’ve got a film role! I shouted out when I was finish to talk to Rob. – What? You can’t just get a role without doing anything, Dad said. – Ha, I’ve been at two auditions when you didn’t know, I giggled. Well, it doesn’t matter how you got that role, my sweetheart, because that’s fantastic anyway, Dad sad and hugged me. Mum did the same, a bit confused I think, but still psychically present.


Our family was saved. We didn’t need to move into the flat, and my Mum got a place at a rehabilitation centre, where she got help for her addicting to drugs. Because of the job I got as an actress, I got lots of money, and we didn’t suffered, even though my Dad loosed his job. But he is going to get a new one so we are going to be very rich now, ha ha!


I don’t think that money always is important to get a good life, but I think it is important if you have a drug addict mother who needs help. So if you ask me, I will say that money was the road to happiness for me, but I will have lived as a happy girl, even if I were forced to move to the flat. The most important thing of all is that my mum got a healthy life, and she did.

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