Incredible Michael Ventura

The lottery

James realized that Michael had stormed out of the room, his angry footsteps echoing down the hallway. Concern flooded James, pushing him to act quickly. Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed outside in search of his troubled friend. And there, on the front porch, stood Michael, seething with a mix of fury and hurt.

"Michael, wait!" James called out, his voice laced with urgency. "Where are you going?"

The anger simmering within Michael was palpable as he turned to face James. "I can't stand being around them anymore, James. They're relentless with their mocking," he spat, his voice trembling with pent-up emotions.

A flicker of understanding danced in James' eyes as he reached out a comforting hand. "I understand how hurtful it is," he began gently, "but running away won't solve anything. Come back inside and face them head-on."

Michael's body trembled with conflicting emotions. The idea of confronting those heartless, despicable people filled him with both dread and a desperate ne