*One fine beautiful day, Kester was sitting at his home with his good pal Casey*
Casey: So…it was your birthday last week.
Kester: You forgot about it.
Casey: Yes…but I’m making up for it. I got you a present. *Casey reached into his pocket and pulled out a……… pair of lottery tickets*
Kester: *sarcastic* …Wow. Lots of effort went into finding those.
Casey: You just might win big. *Kester took the tickets*
Kester: Judging from these odds, I highly doubt it.
Casey: Just give it a try! You got nothing to lose! *Casey tossed Kester a penny, and he started scratching*
Kester: First one…loss. *Kester started scratching the other ticket* Whoa…
Kester: If I get one more star….I get the jackpot.
Casey: I told you! It’s a winner!
Kester: Please. Lottery tickets always get your hopes up like this. I bet you 5 dollars it’s a loser.
Casey: Nah, that’s a bad bet on my part. Just scratch it. *Kester turned his back toward Casey, and scratched off the remaining piece*
Kester: Casey….I WON! I WON! *Kester shoved the card in his face* LOOK! Eight Stars! I won!
Casey: The jackpot?!
Kester: I won the jackpot!
Casey: Cash it in!
Kester: Yeah! *Kester and Casey got up, and started running down the street screaming*
Casey: We’re rich!
Kester: I won! I’m a winner!
Kester: I’m the best!
Casey: We got the money!
Kester: Lottery ticket! The winning lottery ticket! *At that moment, two men stepped out of an alleyway*
Man1: What are you two screaming about?
Casey: We won the lottery!
Kester: Well, I did.
Casey: He did. But I bought the ticket.
Man2: I don’t believe you.
Kester: Here! Look! *Kester took the ticket out, and showed it to them* Eight stars. That means I get the grand prize! *The man went to grab it, but Kester pulled it back* No touching, just looking.
Man2: What can I say? I’m impressed. *He looked at the other man* Aren’t you Herve?
Herve: I am, Miles. *At the moment, Miles and Herve threw Kester and Casey into an alleyway. Miles punched Casey in the face, who fell to the ground unconscious.*
Kester: What are you two doing?!
Miles: Give us the ticket.
Kester: But…*Kester started to back up*
Miles: Give us the ticket!
Kester: It’s mine… *Miles looked over at Herve, and gave him a nod. Herve pulled out a gun, and shot Kester right in the heart. Kester fell to the ground dead. Herve walked to his body, picked the ticket up, and wiped the blood off of it*
Miles: Let’s go.
News Reporter: Our top story tonight, a murder over a lottery ticket. Two friends were going to cash in their winnings, when they were attacked. One was murdered, while the other suffered relatively minor injuries. Joining us now, on his request, is the surviving man, Casey Chulaine. Casey, what happened today?
*The camera switched to show Casey, sporting a black eye and resting in a hospital bed*
Casey: I don’t remember really…I just remember two guys…they…knocked me out first. They punched me in the face, as you can see.
Reporter: Do you remember what they look like, anything about them?
Casey: It’s…pretty blurry. I don’t remember much. I just know it was two people.
Reporter: So you didn’t see the shooting?
Casey: No…I just woke up in the hospital here…and the police told me what they knew. And I told them what I knew.
Reporter: We’re running out of time here, do you have anything else you’d like to say?
Casey: Yes. To the two men who did this…You will be found. I don’t know how, but you WILL be found. If anyone has any information out there, tell me…I’d like to know for myself who these murderers are. I’d…I’d appreciate any sort of help I can get, from anyone. That’s all.
Reporter: We hope things turn out fine for you. That’s all for the news at 10, goodnight.
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