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It was a cold autumn morning when I heard the news coming from my alarm clock radio. Two people had won the lottery winnings from yesterday's drawing. They get to split a great prize, both people got to take home over 3 million dollars. I have been playing the lottery for about ten years now, I have only won three or four thousand, hoping to hit it big. For eight years I have been cleaning and cooking in a half kitchen with dinette. The small apartment had that smell as if something had been wet and moldy. I have had to listen through paper thin walls of, shouting, fighting, and the occasional grunts from some dirty old man upstairs. The constant running trains echo inside the entire apartment building. The living room was just big enough for …show more content…

My name is Connor Burton, I'm not a man's man, nor am I a lady killer. I am just an average guy, I’m only five feet nine inches tall, and I weigh in at around one hundred and sixty pounds. I don't have any cool tattoos or piercing, I’m just plain Joe. I have been a bank teller at the very prestigious William Jones financial group for ten years now. My job is always the same thing, greet the customer with a fake smile, and ask them how their day is going, and then complete whatever transactions they needed. My job was not very labor intensive, and I loved my job. I had just grown tired of going to work and acting like a different person, to put on a mask we’ll say. I sat down and ate my already soggy cereal and choked down my burnt toast as usual. When I realized that my life had become some scene out of a third world country. As I looked around my little apartment I got sick, not the kind of sick as to induce vomiting, but that kind of sick where you hang your head and cry from the emotional damage that your life may not get better. So I ate my breakfast and started planning my future out. I was going to rob that bank, I got such a rush thinking about it. As it grew closer for me to head to work, I finished brushing my teeth and sculpting my hair as I always did. I grabbed my jacket, scarf, and mittens and tried to keep myself warm. I …show more content…

I took my seat and anticipated the twenty minute commute to work. I looked around the graffiti covered bus at the other passengers, the man sitting across from me was covered in oil and grease, it looks like he put in a hard days works in a factory or some kind of plant based job. He had a shaggy beard matted with grease, oil filled his pours and you could follow the outline of his cracked skin because the oils made it easier to see. The man looked very tired and in need of a bath. Two seats back was a woman and her child, the little girl was around four or five years old with a big winter jacket on with mittens matching the jacket. The woman looked to be in her mid-forties, long black hair slender frame, with expensive taste. She wearing a business suit with a skirt and heels that made her four inches taller. She didn't really seem to be paying any attention to her child running up and down the allies of the bus nor did she seem to care. The little girl kept asking her mom where they were going, what time are we getting there, and who is going to be there. The bus came closer to my destination, where I would get off and walk a block to get to the bank. As I reach the front of the bank, you could tell right away that it was a bank. The building had great big doors in the front with gold trim, double plain glass and hinges that swung open both

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Personal Narrative