Hello! I’m Michael Logan Feliu, a student at Woodbridge Middle School. I am currently working on a novel I started creating in early January 2026. With the help of my family, it might actually be published once I complete writing the story. If you’re interested, here’s a teaser of the book showing Chapter 1 of the novel, “Money Isn’t All Evil”.

Here’s a piece of the first chapter you can read:

There he was, an average homeless man, living near the mansion gates in Chatham, where a wealthy family, including two parents and a child, resides in a $5,000,000 home. He notices the child’s birthday has passed less than a day ago, and the child was ungrateful for his birthday gifts.

“Ugh, this is not what I wanted at all!” exclaimed the boy.

The gates were open, and the man walked weakly into the luxurious front yard. The child then notices the man coming towards him.

“What do you want, you unwanted piece of waste?” The man could tell he was very spoiled.

“I want to tell you to not be ungrateful and spoiled like you are,” said the man.

“Who do you think you are to have the right to oppose me?” asked the boy in a disrespectful tone, “I own the latest Samsungs, iPhones, Windows PCs, and Apple Macs. I own the latest versions of the best cars from every company. I just… didn’t want a Mustang for my birthday. I wanted a Bugatti and a Ferrari. My parents never listen to me about what I want on my birthday, or Christmas, or Thanksgiving–”

“Wait, wha–?” asked the man.

“Or Easter, or New Year!” exclaimed the boy.

“You have all of that stuff, and you’re angry at your parents just because you got the wrong car you wanted?!” exclaimed the man. “You aren’t rich, your parents are. I am your only way of you figuring out that the way you act and the way you are is wrong.”

“And why would I believe you on that?” asked the boy.

“Mark my words, boy,” said the man.

“One day you’ll learn that what you’re doing is wrong, I know it.”

“Whatever,” said the boy as he didn’t listen. “Nothing will happen, and I am never going to use your stupid, boring, dumb, random stuff that you say. My life will be great and luxurious for as long as I live, and yours will just be an ugly, weird, disgusting trash dump with no point and no purpose. You’ll have no legacy, and no remembrance, and you’ll be nothing, like you always were.  Now get out before I call security and escort you out of here.”

The homeless man took what he said for disappointment and weakly walked out of the front yard as the gates of the mansion closed. He had the worst limp, and his teeth were all messed up and yellowed, as if they were gold.