I'm the Guardian of a Murder

Chapter One

My temper was wearing thin. There's a huge line at the bank. The ATM outside is broken, it's cold outside, and there are two workers here and one's a trainee. Those Barbie dolls are probably flying off the shelves this very second. I let out a grunt of frustration and continue tapping my feet. The line moves up inch by inch. Some people not even bothering to move up, due to the small amount of space.

When I finally get to the front, I'm greeted with a familiar face. My anger subsides.A small smile replaces my frown.
" What are you doing here?" I asked him.
On the small silver name tag it said: Trainee- Chris Evans. This little kid was a freshman on my senior year of high school. Of course I taunted him a little, it's my job as a senior. I showed him around a little and gave him some advice, nothing much.

" I need to pay my phone bills on my own now," he grunted. He went back to straighteng a pile of papers before he turned back to help me. " What do you need assistance with, sir," he dramatized. I told him the amount I need and he went to get it. He ran the money through the counter machine, and tried to start up conversation while we waited.

" How's that writer girlfriend of yours?" he asked casually.

" Good, she's been busy lately," I replied. All conversation ended after that. He gave me my money and I was on my way out. I stopped by the side counter to get an envelope for the 50 dollars. You don't want to be going around letting people see cash in your pockets. The door jingled,meaning someone was going into the bank. Man, isn't that annoying. I sighed and managed to walk a block from the bank before remembering that I also needed to send a Christmas check to mom. I headed back towards the bank thinking about how long the wait would be. Nice, Brent, just nice.

A man stood in front of the counter. He was very fidgety: looking around almost constantly, tapping his feet, continuously wiping his hands on his jeans. I thought nothing of it, and this time, being the smart person that I am, I took out my phone, and looked through my emails in line.

People started whispering and backing away from the line for some reason. I looked up from my phone in time to see the man holding a gun up to Chris' head. I guess mom has to wait for that Christmas check.