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This is from Monday's class with the "person view" writing activity we did.
Hans the Chicken Plucker

1st Person
I hate my job. I'm a chicken plucker and I'm vegetarian. Ironic I know. Every morning I force myself out of bed, consumed with dread of how many more animals I'm condeming to slaughter.
I make myself a pot of coffee and sit down to a bowl of cereal. The ticking of my kitchen wall clock echos throughout my small 70's trailer. Only twenty minutes left I leave.
I hate the idea of coming home after 8 hours being covered in feathers and blood.
It depresses me, leaves me restless. I have a .9 mm in the closet, I ponder using it someday.

2nd Person
I gave up on this one- I'm horrible at this one! >.<

3rd Person
He never liked waking up at four in the morning. Before the sun peaked over the horizon. What he really hated though eas his job. Hans was a chicken plucker. For 8 hours a day he would stand at the cold metal slab tables and rip out feathers. What made it worse was that he was vegetarian. Some days while eating breakfast and drinking his coffee he would recall his H & K .9 mm that was hidden in his closet. He hoped to use it someday.