“GUILTY! Your punishment is to be hung for your crimes against Peter Stockingson! This is your second offense,” I say as I give the thief his punishment. He begins to cry and is taken away. I see the pain and tears in his family’s faces. I pat my wig to make sure it is in place.  I don’t look as bad as the person who committed the felony. The court room is tense and fresh. The air is tight and the vibe seems down, but it is like that for a reason. This is where people we’re punished on trial. I am John Mayer. My job is to make sure that the criminals and law breakers get their punishment and abide by the laws made for us.  I am 31 years old. I rank in the higher class. My role in society is being the judge and putting the criminals away for their felonies. I live with my wife, a wigmaker. She owns her own wig shop. I usually get my wigs done from her shop.

                On a daily basis I would usually visit the wig shop or go to the bakery. The mood in the bakery is nice and calm and the aroma is very sweet. To my left there is a muffin. No one is at the bakery but me and the bakers. The air is fresh. I hear the humming of the oven as a batch of muffins come out. It is almost always quiet in the bakery because not a lot of folks visit it. I noticed that only upper class go to the bakery. The high class people could afford almost anything at Williamsburg. Some were rude and ratty but some were nice. “My muffin?” I say. I can’t taste the muffins physically, but taste the moist sweet bread mentally. Oh muffins how I love yummy muffins. I think to myself. When I leave the bakery I say goodbye to the baker and then get back on my horse.

My role is important in the community because it is my decision if a criminal goes to jail or is punished. Its my job to decide if I should let the person go off with a warning or give them the death punishment. Without me life would be hectic and chaotic, because the criminals would think they could commit any crime and they would know they wouldn’t get punished for it, giving them a bigger incentive to commit the felony. I matter in this community because I will give a consequence that the felony makers deserve. I believe I am fair, but some others believe I am not. I enter my house, then go to my bed. I lay down and slowly fall asleep thinking, “who else shall I punish…”