By the time the beginning of October rolled around, I was sitting pretty, or at least I would be in the near future.
21 Million, that was how much money sat in my bank account, and although I wished nothing more than to wipe it clean and store that cash in my inventory, I knew better than to leave a paper trail that could be spotted a mile away.
No, instead, I settled on allowing that money to grow. With a 4.5% rate of return on the savings account, by the time I turned 18, I would almost triple my money.
Sixty-three million dollars, if everything went well, by 2010, I'd be well on my way, yet I had a sneaking suspicion that things wouldn't go according to my plans.
With 80 percent of his savings account mysteriously vanishing, my father was surprisingly calm, even when he was venomously attacked by Amanda's verbal assaults daily.
