Today started off the same as every other day I suppose. I have a pretty average boring life. Nothing interesting. I've got an average job. I work at a small time magazine. I get paid a decent amount of money. I mean, it pays the bills for my small apartment that isn't exactly in the best part of town. Living in the city is expensive.

My name is Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella. My mother's name is Renee, whom I lived with until I was 17. I then moved into the small town of Forks with my Dad. I finished high school, then went to University in Seattle, which is where I now live.

I still have my old red truck that my dad bought me when I was 17. I'm now 21 and have grown completely attached to it. I think my Dad regrets buying it for me. He thinks its too dangerous to drive and wanted to buy me a new one, but I refused.

So I certainly didn't expect the excitement that I was going to get today.

I was still loafing around in bed when my cell phone rang. I groaned and pulled myself up, trying to get it. I usually got up much earlier, but today was Saturday, my day off and I couldn't bear the thought of getting up early. My plan was disrupted though by my ringing phone.

"Hello?" I asked groggily.

"Bella. It's Mike Newton."

I perked up immediately. It was my boss. "Hello Mr. Newton." I said again, a little clearer.

"Ms. Swan, I expect you to be into work at 1:00pm." He demanded.

My mouth dropped in surprise, "But, Mr. Newton, I thought we agreed that we were going to have a day off today!"

"Ms. Swan! I will have no complaints. We've got a huge story that needs to be published as soon as possible and I need you on it!"

"But . . ."

"you do like having a job, don't you?" At that question I shut up.

"Yes, I'll be at the office soon."

With that Mr. Newton hung up on me. Asshole.

I checked the clock and it read 11 o'clock. I rushed into the shower. I seriously smelled.

After my shower, I grabbed my black pencil skirt off the hanger and my white blouse that was a bit ruffled around the neckline. I grabbed my think red belt and fastened that around my hips.

I pulled my black pumps with the red border around it on. I grabbed my purse and blazer before locking the door and heading towards the elevator.

Once I turned my truck on, I noticed the gas gauge. My gas tank was almost empty. I groaned in frustration and sped down the road towards the gas station.

I parked my car at a pump and grabbed my wallet out of my purse. When I opened my wallet, I saw that I was missing my only credit card. I looked around frantically before remembering that it was still in my jeans that I wore out last night with my friend Alice.

I checked to see if I had any cash, but again, I had none. I let out another groan. Everything seemed to be going wrong today!

I got back into my truck and prayed that there would be enough gas to at least get me to the bank.

Thank god for small miracles, because I actually made it.

I quickly parked and rushed into the bank.

As soon as I got in, I could tell that it was just another busy Saturday where everyone seemed to move slow. I looked a little out of place. Everyone was in their casual wear, and I was dressed for work.

I got in line to wait for the bank machine. Everyone was moving in slow motion. I began to tap my feet nervously, glancing at my watch. By this rate, I was going to be late for work. I still needed to pick up lunch.

The line was slowly moving up. I was only two people away from the bank machine.

I glanced out the doors, thinking wistfully of the beautiful day I was wasting by being indoors. The bank machine was close to the doors, so I took that time to day dream.

The person who was currently at the bank machine, seemed to be having problems with something. The person in front of me began voicing their complaints. I glanced at them nervously.

During this time that I was distracted, four people walked into the bank holding guns. They also had masks to cover their faces. I began to hyperventilate and everyone began screaming and running around frantically.

One of the guys shot off his gun in the air, everyone shrieked and ducked.

"Everybody get down! This is a bank robbery!"

My day couldn't possibly get any worse.

I was so close to the bank robbers, considering that I was at the front of the bank. One of them looked over towards me and we held eyes for a minute before his shoulder was jostled by another bank robber. "Keep your head in the game Ed. You'll get your piece of ass later." I blushed at that comment.

Everybody was herded into the back of the bank behind the counters. Upon closer examination, I noticed that one of the robbers, was in fact, a woman. The rest were men though. All of them were tall.

The robbers were waving their guns around, maybe as a tactic to scare us? Well, it was making me nervous. Who knows what these people would do? They could be crazy and deranged and I could just go off on a killing spree!

Somebody must've pressed the silent alarm, because within minutes the outside of the bank was swarming with cops and FBI.

The robbers seemed to be arguing about something. I got the gist of it, though it was hard to hear. They wanted a main hostage that they threatened the police with. One robber, the one with the blond hair sticking out of the mask began to come towards me. He grabbed my arm and hauled me up, close to him, "You're perfect. They wouldn't dare endanger a beautiful girl like you." His breath washed over my face. It was disgusting and my day just got even worse.

I was scared now. What if they shoot me? If they are going to shoot anybody, the first on would be me. The tallest robber looked angry. I could tell by the way he was holding himself. It was the Ed guy. "Put her back." He hissed with a dramatically gruff voice. Maybe he was trying to disguise himself.

The blond guy seemed to become angry at this. He pulled me even closer towards him, "You're not the one calling the shots Ed. I can do what I want, or a bullet goes into her head." He emphasized this by shoving the barrel into my temple. I shivered with fear and nerves.

Ed backed down. It was weird that a robber cared for my well-being.

Then, the phone rang. Everybody's heads snapped towards it. Everyone was silent.