Chapter 1

As Andre Juwls opened the door and entered his crooked living space, the cold, biting,  bitter wind from the city of Monte Carlo followed in with him.The cold wind rustled the heap of gambling receipts and bills on his desk.Andre shut the broken door and packed for his day that he had no hope in participating in.The fact was, that Andre had never finished school, and struggled with a gambling addiction.It made his world nothing more than a routine of grueling pain and life with no love. Andre opened his ancient esk door and left his rat hole.The stench from the gutters below emitted through the air, that Andre sucked up and continued his gruesome day

Later, that evening, as Andre walked in the dark, empty night from a long unsuccessful work of his day's activities.He looked up to the full moon that glowed above the world that was filled with hate, and sorrow, with sprinkles of joy.Andre stopped in his tracks and pondered into the night of the memory of his parents, unfortunate death in a house fire.His parents who tried to save the little boy, but had to sacrifice their own.The last memory he held of his mother and father was the smoldering heat and the great red blazes that erupted from the tiny home in Monaco.Andre was left,  alone in this unwelcoming society, with no one to look up to.He never understood, what happened to him, after his parent's unprosperous death, but traveling from home to home as a foster child, deteriorated any love that he held from his true parents. It turned him into a worthless being, he stopped working hard, it made his ambitious dreams of running a successful business to vitiate. He had dropped out of school early on, without knowing what it would cost him in the future.However, in that moment it felt different to him, it felt special it felt new and refreshing as his mind and heart started to stir old dreams together. Andre’s perspective would change maybe today, maybe tomorrow.

The next day as Andre walked through the piercing winter rath, he took a look at his life, the one he lived so unpleasantly. That every day was a struggle to make money, to eat food,

pay rent, and buy clothes.Andre turned looked at each corner looked at the beggars, that were sprawled across the dirty streets, and the ones who waste their time passed out on the roads.He looked, he took a moment to find his inner being. As he stared at the sights of the beggars pleading their cry.Andre found himself understanding that it was not about survival, it was about enjoying the survival.Andre walked on, he noticed a sheet of slim paper stuck to his shoe, that he peeled off the old, beaten up footwear. He read the sheet that read “Adalene’s Community College East 64th street”.Andre tucked the paper in his frayed satchel and thought of him attending.Andre had not thought much of it until he walked to the Casino. He stood in front of the handle, comprehending the scenario he thought about it.Why not, why couldn’t he go? It would be a chance for him to redo mistakes in life.Andre sprinted to the college, searching frantically for the building. After infinitudes, he had found the property.When he reached he gasped for air, as he collapsed on the bright green couch.Andre who was resting on the chair, fatigued of his exhausting run, was greeted by a young lady who had who had long black hair, and beautiful jade eyes.Andre was speechless for moments that felt like eternities.Andre spoke up and asked whether he could apply, to the college.The woman pleasantly spoke with smooth French, that flowed like a quiet river. The woman led him to a neat, shiny desk.She gave him a warm, friendly handshake, introducing herself as Amelia Shiletzky.  Andre responded with a less enthusiastic response as he lugged his name Andreee Juwlsss across his mouth.Andre just could not stop gazing into her blue irises. Andre listened to Amelia explain the way admission worked. Andre who was interrupted from dreaming into her eyes, when Amelia ended her speech when she described school admission would be ten thousand ninety-three franks.Andre leaped from his seat, as he knew his wallet only held a crisp ten dollar bill and many wrinkled gambling receipts.The man was hopeless for a better life.Amelia who was sitting with shock as she stared at him wide-eyed, asked him.”Mr.Juwls is everything okay”?Andre turned to her, as his face was still in trauma.Amelia knew this man in front of her could not afford college.She asked him” Sir if it about the tuition, can I share a piece of advice “?The man who stood with nothing he could offer sat down with a panic running through his body.The lady continued to offer her advice” Sir I don’t do this often, however, I understand your pain. I know a few different jobs around campus, they are a lot of servitude, but if your willing to do it then I could make it work”. Without hesitation, the panic in Andre’s body vanished.Without any more questions, he said yes it made him realize that he could find a difference, and he could make, his once long-held desires come true again, and that’s exactly what the man would do.

Chapter 2

Amelia arranged for the two to meet at a little coffee shop down the street, to discuss Andre’s new jobs. Andre who walked into the shop looked around to find the same poised lady with her arms and legs crossed.Her face had a miffed expression.Her blue eyes filled with slight rage.Andre quickly got to her table. “Sorry Madam, my morning job released me later than usual”. Amelia looked at him with such a vexatious look, knowing all he said was lye and truly, Andre was lying.He was late because he couldn’t afford to take a taxi if he did it would cost him. The two continued to talk about the jobs.Andre was exhilarated. To start his new life immediately. In the meantime, he would start taking classes and work the jobs.

Andre woke up early to start his first schooling day. He packed up his tattered satchel with a small stack of notebook paper, a red binder and, one single wooden pencil. It cost him his food money for that day he never ate the rest of the morning. Andre’s stomach was used to feeling excruciating hunger. He went on, walked down the cold morning breeze watching the exquisite sunrise lifting above the Earth. His legs were a little wimpy from hunger and a long walk, but he finally reached the college.He stopped in front of the door, he felt the same feeling he felt at the casino a new, refreshing happiness that filled his soul. He

I have a job for you!

Really,I will do it!

opened the door slowly he smelled the paper, the brewing coffee, the warm, loving welcome that would come from the knowledge contained in the building.

It hit him, that he would see a different light than then the regular dull life he usually experienced. He was greeted by a plump lady, with an excessive amount of makeup.It was almost like the lady was wearing a mask to cover her true self. Andre ignored the fact and was to start his new job.He was to pick up the trash around the campus.She handed him an easy gripper, gloves, and a trash bag. He looked at her and to the trash bag.He didn’t argue but proceeded to walk outside. She chastised him, every time he skipped a shred of paper.Students around chuckled secretly, everytime the plump lady scolded him, with her raspy voice.The next few hours were long and tormenting, but it was for the best.

Finally came time to start classes! Andre contained his excitement to himself. He walked in with the rush of other kids around him, they all surged into the auditorium. Andre found himself a seat in the middle of the colossal room. An older man walked through a pair of side doors on the left.He was old and weak.A tired face, and unstable movement towards his desk.

The man looked up at the students, he smiled a sluggish grin, though you could tell he put all his ardency. Andre looked down, he to smiled at the professor, who seemed to be looking straight at him, with a flummoxed expression. The teacher assistants took roll, and sent them down to the professor still with a perplexed facial expression he rubbed his forehead when looking at the attendance sheet.

The elder man started to continue with the lecture. After, the very intriguing lesson, he started to pack his things together when the old professor approached him.Andre noticed him struggling to walk up the stairs. Andre strutted towards him with his satchel.He helped the professor, the man looked up at him and looked at Andre with such a shocked look.The old man stumbled backward, Andre gripped him tighter, so he wouldn’t fall back

“Oh mon petit-fils mon fils de t'ai trouvé”( my grandson, my son I found you”)  cried out the old man.

Andre, stopped he helped the man up into a chair and, let go with trepidation. “ who was this strange man who declared that  Andre was his grandson? Andre backed away slowly as he tried to reach the door. The professor pulled himself from the chair and had hot tears streaming down his wrinkled face. He looked at Andre with an exultant feeling.Andre who stood by the door looked at the man with sympathy in his eyes.

Andre inched his way closer to the professor, trembling with fear.  The professor sat Andre down.” Son, you may not know who I am, but you are the boy I have been looking for since your parent's death” explained the professor. The young boy looked up at him with the uttermost confusion.He rose from the chair and asked: “ are you telling me that you are my grandfather”? The professor wiped away the warm tears that rolled down his cheek. The professor looked up and nodded a reassuring look to Andre, who sat still with tears welling up in his eyes.After, twenty-three years he found family, he found someone he shared memories with.It made him feel special like many of the children who had families. The two men rose from the chairs, Andre helped his grandfather to walk back down the rickety steps.Andre opened the door smelling the refreshing air, the new world that was ahead of him.He looked at his grandfather, and he looked back both shared a warm hug, as they both walked into the distance of the smutty roads and rambunctious Monte Carlo.

Chapter 3

The next bright morning was the weekend, Andre and his grandfather were going to meet at his grandpa’s home.Andre expected the man to live in a lavish and luxurious home, with velvet drapes, and stairs that climbed up from both sides of the doorway.  He didn’t know what to expect, of his newly found grandfather. Just thinking about it made Andre snigger, it was a miracle almost impossible to happen, but it was true!

He looked down from his shattered window and surveyed the area from the subway station clock that was outside the steps. 9:41 am, Andre picked up his bag and dashed out the door, and made his way down to the subway station.

Andre went down the busy steps that led to a herd of people staring down a strange tunnel.It was all new to Andre, but if he wanted to make a good impression on his grandpa, then he would need to take the subway down to Laurence Blvd.

He turned to the right and left searching around for a place to purchase a ticket.

He looked up and found the sign right above him, it led to a machine that he would need to use.He pressed a button, on the glowing screen on the kiosk. A loud voice of a woman came on it said:”s'il vous plaît meter dans votre destination”(please put in your destination).He clicked on the screen and the same voice came on. Andre’s temper started to escalate slowly. After a while, Andre got a ticket or what he thought was a meaningless piece of paper, that he waited almost an hour for the time was now 10:50 am.”The subway to Laurence blvd is to come shortly” a voice announced. Andre looked up and searched around to find where the voice was coming from. He was spooked, first, the strange glowing screen that he got his ticket from, and now this weird voice that came from nowhere. Andre ignored it, he was famished, he found a bench that he plopped on.Slowly