Macbeth Retold Essay

It feels strange running into something that everyone else is running out of, its my second time today. I cant explain the thrill of running into the blaze, for some its just a career but for me its my passion. As I reached the top of the burning steps I looked out the window to see don with his binding against the truck again, he was just rest there watching whilst men are in that house fortuneing their lives to save others. It angers me so much to experience that his name will be on the front page tomorrow for what Ive done again.When we got back to the station the others applauded Don as he walked in and exclaimed another fire stopped and 3 lives deliver me and Benji couldnt bear to watch him take the glory for what we had done, so we went outside to take a hint and collect the post. Whilst we were out there we met the postman, he was standing there as if he was waiting for us, me and Benji interchange a confused glance and then I said hello, he muttered youll be station animal trainer son sorry? I said and station commander he replied its as if I can tell the future he laughed as he turned to walk away what astir(predicate) me then eh? shouted Benji shouted after the postman itll be your sons and his sons and his sons and his sons the postman sang as he skipped away. Benji and I couldnt help but burst into laughter, at least it had lightened our mood after Dons little display inside. That night I t anile Beth all about what Don has been doing and how he has been taking all the credit lately, I just wanted to vent to her but she got so much angrier than I had expected and told me that I should get rid of him by killing himI want him gone and I want the praise but is this too extreme? She went on to tell me that if I didnt do it Id be a coward and theres no point in me dismission back to the fire station at all, I cant imagine not dismission back into a fire ever again. Ive realised I have to do this. I told Beth I agree and she had a plan alre ady. Im going to kill him in the old house on foster street on Tuesday night when we go there for a risk assessment, Beth told me it would be perfect and no one will know I had anything to do with it Ill focalise the place alight and blame it on the squatters there.