RAGS TO RICHES: BORN A BILLIONAIRE

Tyler walked out of the store with a wipe and mop in his hands. His tight janitor uniform clinging softly to his skin. He paused at the entrance to gaze at the long frail of seats he's going to clean. A sigh escaped his lips, contorted and distant chatterings howling at his ears. That has been his dilemma for the past two years. He works as a janitor in a school football's team as a means to an end. He'd have to clean the seats at the auditorium, wash the bathrooms and do the laundry. Every part of his job was quite easy, but the laundry part was like hell on earth. The stinking stink of those boots and socks makes him want to throw up, and sometimes he's forced to cover his nose - in other to do the job. Pathetic. The football team's quarterback - Raul is Tyler's worst nightmare. He treats the poor janitor like some piece of worn out socks - ready to be deposited at the city's waste reserve. Tyler tries every trick in the book to avoid crossing paths with Raul, but there's no fli

Tyler curled up on his bed, with thoughts skimming through his mind. The incident with his girlfriend and the teammate replayed in his head again. That thought sent shrills of rage to his heart. He rolled over, peering at the room in a flitting gaze. His rent will soon be due, and the crazy landlord won't hesitate to throw him out of the room if he fails to pay up on time. Every shot at possibility turns back against him. It all ends up in shackles and pains. The only thing that feels theraupatic and fulfilling to do is when he picks up his pen to write a journal. For the last few years, Tyler writes down every emotion he feels. He writes these journals in form of letters to his favorite actor and TV presenter - Will Donalds. Tyler sees Wills as a role model, and they seem to have a few things in common. Will Donalds worked as a janitor in a restaurant before fame shimmered its light on him. Its been a couple of months since the last time Tyler wrote a journal. He sprang up from

Tyler kissed his tooth loudly as he wandered out of a jewelry store. He'd been walking the streets of LA in search of a presentable gift for Ava. He's not a party freak. His heart constricted at how bad it'll make Ava feel if he gave the wrong gift. Is there anything like a wrong gift? Considerate Tyler. It is been over two hours since he stepped out, and that'll be the third store he'd visited in search of a befitting gift. He walked down the block, beholding the beautiful city. Car engines buzzed at his ears, and the blusters and whispers of other pedestrians ambling down the block too. The skies were beginning to turn gray, necessitating the need for Tyler to get the gift as quickly as he can. She sent the address already. Tyler's gaze settled on a store by the other side of the street. He evaded the sidewalk and crossed to the side of the road. He rubbed his neck lazily, before pushing the door. It was a boutique. The bright lights made him freeze and squint his eyes for a mome

Charlotte's heart missed a beat when the 'ding' sound resounded in her ears. She locked eyes with Tyler and her lips formed an inaudible 'wow' She tried to speak but the shock concealed in her lungs made her beam with a smile. "There you go ma'am" the salesperson's voice jolted Charlotte out of her realm of thoughts. Her line of sight met with the package her supposed quarterback boyfriend could not afford "The purse is yours now" the salesperson added. Charlotte's spine bubbled with adrenaline moments ago, but the salesperson's voice doubled the adrenaline rush. Because she has to make a tough decision. Her supposed well-to-do quarterback boyfriend couldn't afford to buy her a purse. And now - Tyler her ex, the same guy she cheated on, the same guy she called a broke ass bought her an expensive purse. At first, it seemed like a huge punch on Raul's face, but when Charlotte stretched her hands to accept the package from the salesperson, Raul's face shrunk into a scowl. Charlotte ign

Tyler boarded a cab to Ava's. He alighted from the cab after a few minutes. He stood in front of a luxurious penthouse. Tyler stared at the tall building and then he looked down to his tattered shoes. He heaved a sigh. Ava is like an icon, and that depicts the kind of people that'll be attending her birthday party. Ava is a sassy lady, and everyone who's close to her dines on the same table, except Tyler. "I hope I don't get judged because of my outfit" Tyler muttered beneath his breath. His shirt - was slightly drenched with rain, and his brown hair - was disheveled as it sprouted lazily across his forehead. A haircut won't hurt Tyler. He clutched the bag in his head and ascended the stairs, heading to the entrance. He arrived in the long hallway. A few people in sight - each minding their business. The address Ava sent asked that he goes to the second floor of the building. Tyler's eyes skimmed around the hallway and he saw a door, leading to an elevator. His eyebrows creased, a