[ WP ] everybody on Earth has a tree that represents them . Once that tree dies , that person dies too . You work as a lumberjack .

I was woken up out of my day dream by the shrill blast of a whistle. My break was over, and it was time to return to the work I so hated. Picking up my massive axe, I felt like death wielding his almighty scythe, and in a way I sort of was. As we lumberjacks sat on the bus on the way to the work site, I got a text from my mom. The text read `` Have a great day at work today, honey. Go keep people safe''. Ironic, I thought. She still believes the lie I made up years ago about me being a police officer, and I wish I believed it to. I hated that job. Showing up everyday and knowing that every swing of the axe brought a person closer to death. It was nearly impossible not to let your mind wonder as you chop down tree after tree. 
 
 You start to notice things that give the trees their personality. The long, wide scar that travels the length of the tree, or a weirdly deformed branch as a result of a knot halfway up the tree. 
 
 Thwack, thwack, thwack. 
 
 I imagined this tree in particular to be lovely old man, with a cheerful smile and one who always wears a bowtie to Sunday brunch with his grandkids: Tommy, Joseph, and Leah. 
 
 Thwack, thwack, thwack. 
 
 One who always put his children first. Thwack. One who loved and revered his wife until the day she died. Thwack. Maybe she was a tree here when I first started with the company. Thwack. 
 
 With one last swing of the axe, I watched the mighty oak hang in the balance for a moment, and topple over. I had just killed someone. 
 
 `` Next tree, Tommy. Quit standing around'', bellowed my supervisor. 
 I feel my phone buzz and I look down, it's my mom again. 
 
 `` Tommy, I have some terrible news...'' 
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 This is my first story on reddit, thought I'd give it a go. I'd love some feedback
