I kept running until I made it to my destination. The Waterson's Bank faced me from across the street casting a greenish light on my face from the glowing dollar sign $ on the top of the building. My parents didn't know, but I had been saving up some cash for the last few years. Every month, my grandparents would send me a bunch of cash for college since we were hurting on money for the last 3 years. My parents didn't want to tell them so they kept it a secret. They hated asking for money. So I told them. And that's how my funds started coming in.
Looking both ways, I crossed the street. It was quiet out. Probably because New York was the most dangerous place at night. But i wasn't worried. When my parents decided to have a kid in New York, they knew I had to be able to defend myself. When I was born, my future social life ended. By the time I was four, I had mastered karate and knew how to pick any kind of lock. I learned the lock picking from the internet. Yes, I knew how to use a computer and how to hack one. By the time i turned 11, I had mastered hand-to-hand combat and knew how to use a knife. But baseball was my favorite thing to do.
As I approached the steel doors, I recited my bank code. 1223. 1223. 1223. 1223. 12 was my lucky number, and 23 was the day I was born. Easy to remember. Opening the door, I walked through the doorway and entered the huge building. A gust of hot air greeted me as I stepped through the waiting room. There were rows of booths on the far right of the room, with small lights on the walls.
Slowly, I approached the last booth on the right, walking stiffly with my back straight to make me look older. There was a woman on the other side of the window. She looked like she was somewhere around 30 years old with long brown hair and bright green eyes and wearing a pink skirt with floral designs along with a yellow blouse. Her smile was warm when I approached the window. "Hi," I said softly. I admit it, I was nervous. Why? I have no idea. But she was really nice. So i decided to relax a bit. "Hello. How can I help you?" she asked. "I would like to... um..." How was I supposed to say that I wanted to take money out of my account? Oh well. "I'd like to take some money from my account please." She hesitated, then said,"How much?" I knew that if I asked for too much, she might get suspicious, so I said,"100 dollars please."
"Security code please." "Oh, um... 1223," I said quietly. "Alright," she said,"I'll be right back," and she disappeared behind the curtain. A few minutes later, she came back with a wad of cash in her hand. "Here you go," she said sliding the cash under the little hole in the middle of the glass. "Thank-you," I said happily, grabbing the money and stuffing it in my backpack. She looked at me curiously, as I zipped up my backpack and started to walk away.
I made it outside, and began to head deep into the shadows of the night again, in hopes of finding some decent shelter for the night.
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