It was a sunny day of February 12, 2012. It was fall and the leaves from the tree were falling down from the wind. It was a beautiful site. Kobe, a famous celebrity, thought of hanging out with tons of fans and fangirls who want to be with him in this lovely weather.
“I love you Kobe!”
Kobe loved getting attention because attention = views. Views = money. Money = KOREAN BBQ! Most of his money come from concerts scheduled by his manager. Kobe loves being rich, and that money can solve anything.
“Out of money? No worries.”
And so he grabbed $500 out of his pocket from his pants he bought at JC Nickels for $80. Every morning, Kobe wakes up and wears his best clothing and takes a drive along the coast of Malibu in his Toyota which costs million of dollars and runs on wine. This was his daily routine and then became attached to it. The coast of Malibu was always great. He loved how the waves crashed against the shore, and how the seagulls and geese flew about the rocks towards the end of the beach near the 100 year old Malibu lighthouse.
Since Kobe was rich, over the years, he slowly became a jerk. Littering inside of his mansion ignoring people, acting dumb, and being unreasonable were the things he began to do. His mansion was like a dump, and his clean up guy was on vacation. One day, Kobe was sitting in his chair with his legs on the table, playing flappy bird on his iPhone 6. His parents came to see him in his office.
“Kobe, you ever clean this place?” his parents asked. “It smells like old man Jenkins locker,” but Kobe didn’t care.
“Why should you care? You’re not my boss.”
    “Well technically…,”
Kobe interrupted, “You are just like those dumb people who live on the streets asking for money.” His parents were surprised.
    “Wow Kobe, those are some strong words, for a baby. Does someone need to take a nap? I’ll take you to your bed and put you to sleep,” his mommy said.
“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my parents, my manager is.”
His parents left the room.
    “They make me sick. They treat me like a 7 year old.”
Kobe knew he had the upper hand, and his parents didn’t know anything. They didn’t even know him well, and they never even believed Kobe can be a famous celebrity. The parents left the room and he never saw them again. Kobe’s phone has been cracked from raging on flappy bird (and this is why flappy bird was taken down from the kiwi store). Then his manager (Bobsie) came in.
“Hey Kobe, I was wondering if, uhh..” Bobsie was nervous on the response Kobe might give him. He asked for a raise.
“A raise. Hmm. I’ll think about it. Let’s see…. you have booked me at several parties
only for rich people, you made my dream come true of meeting Kanye North, and becoming a celebrity… soooo NO YOU FOOL! You think $15 an hour ain’t enough? I’m not paying you to breathe either. Actually, from now on, each time I catch you goofing around, I am going to charge you for it!”
Kobe’s manager did not think it was fair and so he quit. This was not any old manager. He could find good concerts in areas with many people. Kobe cannot find another manager. But Kobe didn’t care. As his manager left the room, he grabbed $1,000 out of his pocket and bragged it to his manager.
At the end of the day, Kobe was having a party in his mansion… with absolutely no one. He was sitting at a long table with tons of food and drinks. Drinks like the beer such as OB, Heineken, Asahi, Budweiser, you name it. Nothing could be better than this. Except it made him feel a feeling of loneliness. His heart was shrieking, his lungs were turning brown, and his liver was twisting. He needed medical help immediately. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have health insurance, and he had no money to cover the payment.
    “Help! Help! I can’t feel my face when I’m with beeeeeeeeeeeeeer.”
Kobe’s father had heard the scream of help in his heart. The father followed from where it came from, he ran through streets and buildings, through bathrooms and homes. But he could not find Kobe. The shriek from Kobe’s heart was faint. Unable to be tracked. The shriek was slowly dying. At this point, Kobe would be dead.    
One month had gone by. Kobe’s body was still inside his mansion. Someone from the government (hairy potter) had come to his mansion because he wasn’t paying bills. Hairy Potter had found Kobe’s body, made a FBI investigation, and took Kobe to the hospital. Nobody had seen Kobe since a month ago and they would have known Kobe’s body would be decomposed. Kobe had survived in the emergency room, and everyone he once knew was standing there with him. Kobe was clueless on what was happening. His mother asked him to quit being a celebrity, and so Kobe made that choice. He quit being a celebrity jerk. The next day, 2 guys from the FBI showed up at his door to investigate the problem. They found broken bottles of wine and beer. Kobe’s mansion was condemned and he is living in his parents house.