1st Perspective:
It was around Mid-day and the clouds cried all morning, the fogs wouldn't rest and the frigid temperatures made the day extremely gloomy. The boiler in the basement wasn't working again so charles grabbed the old robe hanging on the closet door, grabbed his cane and headed for the basement. He groaned and mumbled something in hebrew as he approached the last step. He tried turning knobs and checking the water but the loud thump stratled him and he bumped his head on the pipes. He turned around, and he saw a shadow and heard another thump. He walked closer to the sound and saw three rats run from the boxes of old pictire frames and bike parts. As Charles began to walk upstairs, he heard his door open and shouted "Who's there, Who's that". Suddenly footsteps drew closer and Charles gripped the stair handle and lifted his cane in the air.
2nd Perspective:
It was in the middle of the recession and the American dream dwindled quickly for the Cuevas family. Jose Cuevas needed money desperately for his daughter whom cancer got a hold of. Chemotherapy cost them their house and the Van they've been living in isn't cutting it for all five of them. As the provider, he felt helpless and he had to change that or else his only daughter would die in six months. Jose waited until mid day and even though the weather was bleak, he still followed through. It was the smallest house on the block and he went in through the back gate. He slowly pushed the door open and stuck he head in and looked around. It seemed quiet so he stepped in. Walking towards the bedroom, he heard a loud thump comming from the basement, he walked over there and took out the baseball bat. He was willing to do whatever he could to get some money for his daughter. He got closer to the door and turned the door knob.
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