How does a large group of people steal $10 Million Dollars from a well established high-security bank and not get caught?

The people in our area found out that tons of money was stolen from Werkheiser Bank not too far from where most of us live. It was on the news for at least 3 days because it wasn't something small. They stole millions of dollars.

I remember coming downstairs to the living room and hearing my parents talking to each other whilst also talking to the TV. Apparently, the security cameras were shot at or hacked into to strop recording, the alarm system was paused and according to some people who were held hostage for the time being, the network was thrown off so any phone call that was made during that time didn't go through.

It was scary to find out that my dad was one of the people in the bank when the robbery was taking place. He just kept saying he was grateful that the robbers were more focused on the money rather than the people they held hostage. He was asked to describe to the police the faces of the guys responsible but with their faces being covered there wasn't much to describe.

Thankfully nobody was harmed although a few people did experience some head trauma after being tapped in the head by a gun while being threatened.

I tried so hard not to laugh when I heard my mom say, "Wow. Some people in this world are just so wicked." as she pushed up her glasses further onto the bridge of her nose and went back to crocheting a scarf. I don't know why I found it funny it was probably because of the way she sucked her teeth and shook her head. That always gets me.

I was impressed. And a little scared at how easy it was for these people to pull off such a well thought out plan. It was an epic heist.

At least I can stick my tongue out at Paola since she always tried to disrespect me because I keep the money that I earned from babysitting and my summers as a cashier at burger king in a safe that I have to break in order to get money out of it.

And that's on self-restraint.

Paola and Whitney tried to play with me saying Jesse probably had something to do with it but after our last conversation I'm never listening to any rumor I hear in those hallways again.

The next morning after seeing this on the news at night, I walked down the stairs of my home from my room. I was on the phone with my older sister, Ruthie as she complained about how her second year at college was going.

She explained that she couldn't grasp the material in her math class because her professor wasn't teaching them much of anything and how they would always direct the class to khan academy or youtube for certain areas in which they'd need help.

Even the people who volunteer to tutor barely know what's going on so they're not much of help there.

My dad was watching Fast & Furious 6 and there was a large tank that shot what I think was a missile into a bridge during this one scene causing a large explosion. I was offering to give Ruthie help in any area she would need assistance with and she was in the middle of thanking me when I heard this sound and I dropped my phone to the ground immediately clutching the empty space on the wall I was starting to breathe unevenly.

I could feel the pain shooting through my chest as it started to constrict and I felt like I was losing air. The more I tried to get any more oxygen the less I actually succeeded. I could hear my sister calling me through the phone, shouting my name repeatedly as my dad finally noticed me leaning against the wall. My back slid down and now I'm sitting on the ground with my head resting between my legs as I brought them to my chest, cradling them with my arms.

I could feel my mom rubbing her hand along my back trying to relax me and as I lifted my head up, the tears were streaming relentlessly down my face coming down in what felt like waves crashing on the shore because I couldn't make them stop. I couldn't hear anything they were saying but I saw their lips moving through the blurred vision I was experiencing.

The loud shooting sound from the tank ringing in my ears and I didn't know why. Placing my head back between my legs, the broken sobs leaving my mouth and I realized this could be the cause of the overwhelming pain swarming through my chest, the oxygen in the room suddenly nonexistent.

I was having my first panic attack and I didn't know why.

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I was laying down in my bed a few hours later looking directly at the ceiling. I didn't go to school today because my parents were afraid that I'd do that in school since they couldn't believe what actually triggered me in the first place.

I couldn't understand it either.

I've watched the fast and furious movies dozens of times. I've seen Brian O'Connor aim his gun at people before in these movies and have never flinched.

The tank sounded way too much like a gunshot and that's what triggered me. I still didn't grasp it.

Wanna know what else I couldn't grasp? My mom throwing away my collection of all the Fast movies from the franchise that was in the extended edition.

Sure I could always get them back by reordering them but I'm not allowed to watch any kind of action movie at all. I'm pretty sure that includes The Incredibles.

It is what it is though.

I told Paola everything and she tried to sing to me on the phone in order to console me. She didn't sound great but It was meant for entertainment hence why she made Ryan join along and sing I want it that way by the Backstreet Boys to cheer me up as they shouted loudly into the phone.

I couldn't help but sense some familiarity when I heard that sound but I didn't know where it came from.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS sorry I took a long break from updating. This chapter is short but it's like part 1 to the next chapter so stay tuned.