My hands and legs were trembling out of control. I could hear my heart pounding. It felt as if it was going to burst right out of my chest. I have never done anything like this before. As we sat in the car waiting to work up the nerve, all I kept thinking to myself was this is not me, I could not believe that I was doing this, I should be behind my desk at work. I glanced over at my friend who appeared just as nervous. He was fidgeting, trying so hard to stop his hands from shaking rapidly. His forehead soaked with sweat, the light shinning off it like a disco ball. A large drop of sweat rolled down his face as he wiped it away. We just sat there and stared at each other for a second and then began to dress in our black ski masks and grabbed all of our stuff. I put my trebling hand on the door and on the count of three we were going to jolt out of the car. “ONE…. TWO…THREE!!!!”

As you sprinted up to the bank we could see all the cameras, in all different directions, all moving, able to catch anything. I got a little reassurance when I realized I had on a mask, and then continued to run in. The doors were huge and looked extremely heavy. They were a dark gray glass, only revealing a blurry image of inside the bank. As we busted through the doors we could finally see inside. It all became so real, there was no turning back now. The bank was huge and very spacy. It was very clean and quite. It was like the inside of a doctor’s office.

We were in! We clutched the guns out of our pockets as we told everyone to get down, trying to control the trembling in our voices. We could not show our fear, but inside we were dying. We ran around the bank swinging our guns and roaring at everyone to stay on the floor. My heart was beating even more than before; I never thought that was possible. The fear on these people’s faces made me feel so guilty. Their eyes were wide open like bugs, and frozen in place by fear. They all looked as if they were deer in headlights. I had to keep looking around me, feeling like there was someone sneaking up behind me. This is like the feeling you have when someone is holding a gun up to your head about to pull the trigger. I left my friend to watch everyone as I traveled to the back of the bank. “Put the money in the bag and no one gets hurt,” I demanded to the clerk.

“Fine, fine, okay” she mumbled with a shacking voice as she placed what looked to be thousands of dollars into the bag.


I dashed out of the bank, clutching the bag of money tight in my sweaty, clammy, nervous shaking hands. This was the moment; this was the time to change my whole life. Right as we were getting into the car we heard a noise that makes our stomach turn. The worst noise we could have possibly heard at this time.


The noise of sirens filled the air and all eyes were on us. I felt my face get red and fill with fear. This is like the feeling you get when you get called down to the principles office and everyone watches you leave knowing you are in trouble. Only this was a thousand times worse. Everyone was looking at us. Staring at us like we were monsters. People looking at us with disgust on their face, the shame rushed through me. The cops were flying down the road. I closed my eyes tightly hoping it is all just a dream, but knowing this would be the end for me. I felt my heart pumping, and my face getting even redder. My hands and legs trembling out of control. The urge to puck filled my body as I became dizzy with fear. Tears of distress and sadness filled my eyes. My life is over; I will waste the rest of my life in jail.
* * * * * * * * * 4 MONTHS EARLIER * * * * * * * * *
Today was the day I had to take my son to the doctors; it was his first check up since chemotherapy. Today we would find out if he could live as a normal kid. Trying so hard to get through all my paperwork to be able to be on time to the appointment. Piles and piles of paper occupied my desk and there was no way that I would be able to get it completed on time. I like order and I follow the rules. The only thing more important to me than my work is my family. I am 42, and have been working even since I was about 15. Work is important to me, it gives me a feeling of meaning and order. I am not the type of person to not get work done, but I had more important things to do. I bolted out of the office and drove to the hospital. My son and my wife were already waiting in the office. My wife ‘s name is Karan, and she is 40 years old. She is the prettiest woman I have even seen. We have been together since I was 18; it was the best choice I have ever made. She is a tall thin woman with curly blond hair and blue eyes.
The doctor comes in the room and sat at his desk. The look on his face is a mix between sad and terrified. As I grab my wife’s hand we stare at the doctor waiting for the news. “The cancer is not gone, it has spread,” the doctor declares, “It looks like he has about 6 months.” My wife and I burst in tears, as our son just sits there not knowing what to feel. He is only 6 years old. He is the cutest kid I have even seen. He is so carefree and loving. He is very into sports. He plays soccer and baseball. He is one heck of an athlete and kid. Well he was one heck of an athlete until cancer took over his life. He is such a positive kid, always trying to see the better side of everything, which has helped him through this terrible time. He is such a nice, caring, amazing kid; I don’t know what I would do without him. He is a skinny short kid, with blond hair and blue eyes. I cannot even think about loosing him, it just cannot happen.

“Is there anything we can do doctor, anything at all?” My wife questions with pain in her voice.

“There is one thing, there is a treatment that can be given that will cure the cancer, there is just one problem, it is extremely expensive and is not covered by insurance and it’s three million dollars.,” the doctor explained. My wife and I just gazed at each other in thought.

As a father it is my job to protect my son how ever I can, this means I need to find a way to get the money to save his life. After a long hard talk with my best friend Joe, we came up with a plan.