Spencer Carlin whistled as she unlocked the doors of West Lake National Bank, the only big bank in town, it owned much of everything, from land to houses to some streets. She was lucky to get a job as security guard, it paid alright and the hours didn’t suck that much, nine to five than she went home allowing another guard to take her place. Hell she was lucky to have a place to live; it wasn’t much, a one room studio house shared with four roommates, all down on their luck runaways.

She turned twenty, her birthday celebrated by herself and a bowl of ice cream, her friend and roommate Ginger gave her a bag of white stuff known as cocaine, she rolled her eyes once she left and flushed it down the drain, not before seriously considering selling it on the street for extra cash. She’d never turn her three mates in even if she knew drugs was bad but they helped get her job, she put in for the security position since it read training, no experience okay but she had to pay for the training but she had no money, it was a catch twenty two so her roommates helped her out. Closing her eyes she grabbed the bridge of her nose for a second not believing that she allowed drug money to get her the job.

Her blonde hair tied back into a pony tail, propped off her collar as by the rules, she was a stickler for the rules. Roommates the only exception. Her uniform in its blue glory was washed, pressed and worn to perfection, and her boots shined. The morning sun shorn through the glass doors, bathing her in warmth as she reached to her hip grabbing the several keys hooked on her belt. They slid out of the holster on a line and she searched through them till she found the right one, finally she unlocked the front doors than dropped the keys, feeling them slither up her pant leg to rest back on her hip.

Nodding to her self she walked back to her post, right in side the doors between a ficus bush and a trash can. Yeah not a great spot but at least they gave her a comfy chair; well okay at least the chair had a back. Sitting down she cracked her knuckles before crossing her arms, hands underneath her arm pits, settling into the morning routine.