Macbeth Retold Essay

It feels strange trail into something that everyone else is running out of, its my second time today. I stomacht explain the thrill of running into the blaze, for some its incisively a career but for me its my passion. As I reached the covering burning of the burning stairs I looked out the window to see slang with his back against the truck again, he was near standing there observance whilst men are in that house risking their lives to save others. It angers me so very much to know that his name will be on the front summon tomorrow for what Ive done again.When we got back to the transport the others applauded presume as he walked in and exclaimed another fire stopped and 3 lives save me and Benji couldnt bear to watch him take the glory for what we had done, so we went out of doors to take a breather 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 exchanged a confused glance and then I s aid hello, he muttered youll be station manager son sorry? I said and station commander he replied its as if I fuel recite the future he laughed as he turned to walk away(predicate) what nearly 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 abet but burst into laughter, at least it had lightened our mood after Dons little display inside. That night I told Beth all about what Don has been doing and how he has been taking all the credit lately, I just sine qua noned to vent to her but she got so much angrier than I had expect 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 extremum? She went on to tell me that if I didnt do it Id be a coward and theres no point in me liberation back to the fire station at all, I cant imagine not going back into a fire ever again. Ive realised I have to do this. I to ld Beth I agree and she had a plan already. Im going to kill him in the old house on foster route 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 set the place alight and blame it on the squatters there.