My name is Maya West Jones, I'm 17 years old and I think karma has something against me because bad luck is my middle name. " You're Fired!" Mr Ross said to me. I stared up at him with a stunned face. I couldn't say anything at all. This was the 5th job i'd lost in a month." But w-why..." I asked him, my eyes brimming with tears. He looked at me and said "We can't afford to pay someone who can't work properly or comes late every time" he explained" I'm sorry Miss Wilson, but that's just how the world works".I stood up and walked out, grabbing my jacket and bag on the way out.I stomped angrily along the pavement to my crappy apartment. I walked past a little convenience store i walked in to grab some ice-cream, typical girly comfort food.I walked towards the freezers and grabbed two pints of Ben and Jerry's' cookie dough ice cream. I walked towards the cashier, just as i was about to pay her, the lights turned off and 4 guys came in, all wearing black clothing and with weapons in their hands.My eyes grew wide, and i dropped my ice-cream i tried to run out the back way of the store, but as i was running in the dark, i crashed in someone.I fell to the ground with an "oomph". I looked up at the person i'd crashed into and it was a guy, probably a year older looking down at me with a gun pointed to my head ."Well shit." i said under my breath, hoping he couldn't hear the fear in my voice, but i was wrong, he pulled me up and said," and where do you think your going princessa" and that's when my body decided to black out.