“Bang! » The newspaper knocked on the door. “Honey, can you get the diary!” my mother screamed. I was in my room, listening to my iPod and doing my homework. I ignored her and continued listening to my music. My mother, Bogogrape, got angry and took the newspaper. I heard his voice with slight irritation: "Bojoby, can you come here." NOW. “Yeah mom, be there. I screamed as I came down the stairs. “Look at this!” my mother pointed out a newspaper ad: "These scientists will give $1,000,000.00 to each person who participates in a clinical trial." Do you know how much money that is! » my mother exclaimed, she knew this was our chance to pay off our debt and live in Ruby Hills. “We should definitely do this, where and when?” I asked. “It’s at PESE, or Pleasanton Extreme Scientific Experiments. Do you want to go right away, does it start in an hour or two? » asked my mother, smiling. " Of course ! I screamed. This was our chance to get rich, if anyone said no. We jumped in our little van and drove to PESE. We walked in and the receptionist directed us to a room full of people in white coats and operating rooms. Signs pointed us to the information room. There were thousands of desks, each with a brochure on it. There were speakers in the room and I could see the scientists standing on a stage. They started talking, and since there were so many people, they couldn't accommodate them all. It would be too much money. They explained that everyone's names would be drawn and one lucky person would be chosen. They said we would be called if we won. Unfortunately, my mother and I returned home. I continued my homework and my mother prepared dinner. We ate dinner in silence and went to bed. The next day my mother was in the middle of a paper...she quickly came over and looked at it. Bojoby had damaged his tongue and part of his hearing. They had to write the news on a piece of paper and show it to him. When he read those words, he burst into tears, knowing he would never hear them or speak again. He started wheezing and the heart monitor he was attached to started beeping rapidly. They quickly took Bojoby to an operating room. It took them at least three hours while his mother waited for the doctor in the waiting room. Finally, the doctor entered. “I'm sorry, but his brain was too damaged. We couldn't do anything. » said the doctor gently. Bojoby's mother started crying in the waiting room. The next week, Bojoby had a small funeral and was buried in the town cemetery. His mother sued the company and she used the money to make a small statue of Bojoby. He still stands in front of his grave today..