It began as all bad days do: Spilling a cup of coffee? Getting arrested by the armed cops? Threatened by your mom? Well, my one began as the alarm started ringing. I honestly hate the alarm, but in the other hand, I can’t live without it. I was sleeping peacefully in my bed, and cradling a pillow to my chest. The sun was beaming through my blinds causing me to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple task for me. However, it seems like a hard time for me to get up this morning. I regretted of the overused phone time last night which made me sleep at one.

I walked to the kitchen, and took a small sip of coffee. Per usual, I took the bus for my work. The bus was crowded, I can barely move my foot. After thirty minutes of pain, I arrived a bank, I’m a bank teller. All I do is swiping cards, counting cash and its super boring. I walked in the bank and started working. After I finish counting one more stack of 1 bill, an obese lady approached me. Is she a waitress? Actress? No way to know. She handed me ton of bills with some odd stains on it…disgusting. The coins are dry and rough on my hand, but as she leave, I remembered to say: “Bye, have a nice day.” A few minutes later, a muscular man came to me and shouted: “Take out all the money and prepare it in bags.” He’s masked, I did not see him but I know he have something hidden under his pocket. He took out a gun under his pocket, and killed a random guy in the bank.

Thankfully, I watched some crime movie in the past. I standed out and said: “ You cannot rob the bank until you kill me, I know you have a fake gun.”

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

I never had a chance to prove him wrong.

-Wallace