Authors Note- This is my first story, please don’t be so harsh!
I used to have the best life ever, and I mean it. My parents had a monthly salary of 50 000 dollars! I had the best life ever. Fame, money and the best family ever. And one day I lost it all. And I never could forgive myself for it.
My name is Adelaine Ellison, from northern Texas. I am 17. I have one sister and her name Kylie, she is 11. My mom (Sandra Ellison) and my dad (Robert E. ) own a mansion and farm. They are farmers. We own the country's largest apple business, Ellison Apples. We were the number one item one every shopping list. We were easily recognized because we popped up in about 79 commercials. Our house was GIANT! It had 4 floors!!! "It was the life of royalty!" I always bragged to my friends.
I was also given scholarship to business school. I now study in the highest business school in the country. I have always received the the best results in exams. I have also gotten 13 other requests from business schools. But I dropped out of business school and decided to become a model. My parents support my decision, so now I am 31 different magazine covers.
But that day, I ruined it, I screwed up, badly... I never want to talk about this again but I have decided this is the first and last time…
July 12, 2020- the hottest day ever recorded in Texas
The night before that day my friend Melanie Micheals told me that tomorrow it will be over 40 degrees! I told my parents and they turned up the AC and turned on many fans. That night my parents kept nagging me to water the crops at least once, but I refused. Little did I know that was the biggest mistake of my life! That night for dinner we had apple tarts and chicken. While we ate the tarts my parents kept on talking about the food, they said something about the taste being heavenly, and causing their taste buds to explode. I sleep in my own lovely room with a giant closet and a balcony. I fell asleep in about ten minutes, surprisingly quick thinking about my sleep insomnia. I dreamt about the winters ahead.
At three AM, Kylie knocked at my door crying, she has never done this before so I ran to the door. She said “PROBLEM!!!” and gave her a big hug. This was weird… Her dusty blonde hair poked me in the eyes, but I ignored it. As she cried on my shoulder, I heard my mom calling me and my sister. I also heard sirens. I gave myself a pep talk "Ok this is just a bad dream, go down stairs and let it be, it will end, hopefully". I lightly pushed Kylie away and slid down the stairs. I saw my mom and my dad outside with a fireman. I knew this was bad. My tears trembled down my face. As I opened the glass door, the reflection of fiery red flames filled my eyes.
Then I saw it, the large fire. Our trees were burning down to a crisp. I stood with my dad and my mom. I saw our life burn down, literally. The chief came up to me and kneeled beside me. His gray hair looked rough, like broom bristles, but I ignored that. He told me the heatwave caused the farm to burn. Then my skin turned pale and everything turned blank. That burned all of my dreams in front of me.
We lost our business within the next few weeks. We lost our house, and legacy. One tiny heatwave... Then it hit me, it was all my fault, if only I had just watered the plants, they would never have caught on fire. Why did I not just listen? Why was I so stubborn?
We have been living on the streets for almost a month now, I barely received a pencil and a paper to write on. My mom and my dad ran away without us, and my sister, Kylie has left the world. She received a little bit of food from a food bank, and that food was unsanitary. A few weeks ago, she was infected with Covid- 19. I had heard of this virus a lot, but we had no money to save her. She died at the age of 12.
As I begged for more money, I saw a paper fall down. It was the newspaper for last week. The top headline read “Ellison Apples, out of business?”. That was the worst thing I had ever read. Our business was gone. And it was just because of me not watering the plants.
Small mistakes can lead to large consequences; this was the only thing going on in my mind. “It was all my fault”, I told myself. But there had to be something wrong. It could never happen so easily, I said to make myself feel less guilty, but deep down I knew that it was completely my fault. What is the point of lying to myself? I could never change the past, but I can always try to improve the future. I would share my story to people in the coffee shop, but they would never give me anything for it. They left off saying good luck.
It has been two weeks since my Covid-19 test read positive. I was transferred to a hospital in Kentucky, but it was very short on staff so I only get checked in every 9 hours. This virus was so frightening, my doctor barely came to check me. I never get help to do anything. I am constantly feeling worse. I find it difficult to breathe.
The owner of this diary passed away on 2020/07/3 in ***** Hospital in Kentucky due to COVID-19. Her last words were "A small hole can sink the entire ship."