My mother always told me “crime doesn’t pay.” She was wrong very wrong. My poor dead mother would never believe her sweet, innocent, kayley would rob a bank. I did not believe it either, but I was desperate. I had no job, no money, and soon no house.

I planned this day very carefully and wisely. I approached the bank and decided to park in front of it. I put my mask and gloves on then I put my loaded pistol inside my pocket. As I got close to the bank I wanted to turn and walk away, but its like my legs had a mind of its own. “Get down on the floor, everybody get down.” I yelled, “Give me the money.” I told the woman behind the desk, while handing her a black bag.

As I was waiting my palms were sweating my heart was beating. Why was I doing this I asked myself, but I knew the answer. At the corner of my eyes, I seen a man trying to be brave and get up from the floor. The man was approaching and he had something in his hands. I was scared, nervous, and speechless. I turned around and shot him. I could see everyone get scared even more, they held there loved ones tight. Standing there I wished my mother was still here holding me tight, telling me everything was going to be alright.

I pointed the gun to the woman’s head “Hurry up unless you want to be next.” She handed me the bag full of money, I walked away from the desk. I was no stupid girl, before leaving I took, the bullet from the bleedings mans head then left. I was frightened and trembling but even though I felt weak, I ran to my car and headed home. When I arrived home, I laid down the pistol and walked away.