Interior Monologue of Captain Torres from "Just Lather, That's All"

The first 200 words of this essay...

It is about twenty minutes past two in the afternoon. As I walk to the barbershop, the sun is shining right at my face. I am not feeling fresh because I did not shave in four days already. My heart is pounding harder and faster as I get closer to the shop. People told me that the barber that works there is trying to kill me because he is a rebel. But why is he a rebel? He shaves for me every time! When I am about twenty foot steps from the shop, sweat began to drip from my forehead, and my face is burning hot.

I finally arrived to the Barbershop. In front of me stands the barber. When I first see him, I think that there is nothing wrong with him, but when he pulls his razor knife, and starts sharpening it, my emotions suddenly changed; my legs started to shiver a little. I tried to conceal my emotions by relaxing, and hoping that he would not find out. Afterwards, I took off my belt with my gun on it and hung my hat on the wall hook to act like everything is normal.