Normal Day

"Elaine," I barely heard my mom shout over my blaring music, "Turn that music down." I got up pushing my shoulder length straight black hair out of my light blue eyes and turned the stereo down three notches, then sat back down on my bed to finish my job application.

I was applying for a job at our local café. My mom insisted on me getting a part time job for this school year. The café was named Paradise in a Cup, and as you can guess the main thing the cafe served was coffee. The pay was okay for a job at a café and I could walk there so in my book it was a good job.

I finished my application and turned off my music. I thought I may have heard my mom say, "thank goodness," but I'm not sure.

"Mom, I'm leaving," I yelled downstairs, grabbing my purse and application.

It was about a five minute walk to the café and it just so happened to be the busiest time of the day, but after I submitted my application I ordered a cup of coffee happy with the knowledge that I would have an interview next week.

As I was leaving I remembered that I had to cash a check for babysitting, I do that kind of work sometimes, so I decided to go ahead and walk to the bank it was only a few minute walk from the café to the; bank, and I decided I needed the exercise.

It didn't take me more then three minutes to get the bank, and luckily it wasn't as busy as the cafe, and in only a few minutes I was talking to the women behind the counter.

When a man walked into the bank with his hood pulled up to hide his facial features I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don't know why but I knew something bad was about to happen.

It seemed as if the next events happened in slow motion, the man pulled out a gun and yelled at us to drop to the ground. "You," he yelled at the woman who was working at the counter; I knew her, her name was Amy and she had a two year old son I sometimes babysat.

"Put all the money in the bag." He shoved a brown sack in her arms. I don't know why but it almost seemed as if she was stalling, for what I didn't know but I was sure we would soon find out.

She was opening the vault when we saw the flashing red and blue lights of the police. The man hit Amy and she fell to the ground trembling. "Did you call them?" he yelled at her, "Do you want me to kill every person in here? Do you?" he demanded.

I don't know what type of insanity convinced me to do so, but I spoke up, "No, it wasn't her, it was me," I lied showing him my cell phone, "Sir, don't hurt her, it was me." I pleaded.

Amy looked at me gratefully; she was still on the ground, but the man's attention was not on her anymore, I had captured his attention.

"How? I didn't hear you say anything." I tried to find something to fix the flaw in my plan

"I was suspicious, sir, when you came in so I dialed the number and when you yelled at us to get down I guess they heard and sent someone." I was now shaking in fear and I couldn't move my eyes away from the handgun he was pointing at me.

"Why did you stop?" his attention was off me for now and back on Amy.

She hurried to her feet and started to type in the combination again. After messing up for the third time the man hit her again. I, without thinking, voiced my protest.

He turned around. I heard the gun shot before I felt the bullet hit me; I felt a searing pain coming from my chest and almost passed out because of it. The man seemed surprised but I couldn't say for sure, my vision was blurred and I started to feel lightheaded.

The man that was behind me in line had come closer and was urging me to stay awake. I couldn't tell what was happening now, I couldn't focus, and I felt tired.

"Why won't you let me sleep?" I asked the man next to me.

"You need to stay awake, miss," the man told me speaking quietly

"What's your name?"

"Elaine," I told him it hurt to talk, everything hurt, it even hurt to breath, I briefly wondered if the bullet had hit my lungs.

I heard another gunshot go off and I thought that the man decided to finish me off but that proved false. As the police rushed in, one ran over to me and the rest ran to where the robber had fallen.

"You're going to be okay" the policeman told me as I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep.


When I woke up my mom was with me and I could hear beeping noises, I tried to get up but my mom wouldn't let me.

"Mom," I tried to say, but it still hurt to talk.

"Shhh," She hushed me "Sweetie you were shot, you're in the hospital."

"But what about the robber?" I was able to ask.

"He was shot, he died" she told me and called the nurse in to give me more medicine.

I relaxed thinking about how a seemingly normal day could put you in a hospital with a bullet wound in your chest.

So this is totally different from Meeting Him I know. But Yeah, I like it, PLEASE REVIEW!