What have I done?

It was a dark, creepy night. I watched it all, keeping my distance so I wouldnt get hurt. I knew Bob Ewell was out for revenge after Atticus embaressed him in the court room. It was, however, a surprise that he would go after his children. I spoted Bob when he abused Scout and Jem. He took Jem and I could not stand to just watch. I jumped out to save him before it was too late. It was hectic and at the heat of the moment I had to stab Bob with the scissors. I carried Jem back to the house and put him in his room. Sitting in the dark corner of his room, I waited as the doctor examened him. After hearing that he was okay, I put my face down in my arms and sighed. A voice called "Hey Boo," and I looked up and there stood Scout. It was very nice to finally comunicate with a "friend." The police man is a good friend with Atticus and has agreed to say that Bob Ewell fell on the scissors and stabbed himself. I am lucky that I got off easy this time.

Time Passing

Another summer has passed by and the children of the neighborhood are still creating chaos. However, over time I have learned to be-friend them. I am intrested to see how they will respond to me in the near future. No more do I want to be an outcast to this society. I feel like ever since my father has died and my brother, Nathan, took over as guardian, that I have been locked up in a cage iscolted from the rest of the world. I am hearing stories abourt how Tom Robinson is being accused of raping a white women. It is clear that he did not do it, but because of the racism in the world, justice is not always served the right way. That is part of reason why i do not go out. African-Americans do not get the same rights when it comes to the state of law.

Getting Through

I feel as if im beginning to get through to the children. Last night there was a fire at Miss Maudie's house. I watched as the childrens tears fell from their eyes, like raindrops from the sky. They were hurt, not physically, but mentally. They needed support so i decided to try to help out. Being careful not to scare the young ones, I placed a blanket over scout. I dont think he knew it was me but it was nice to help her out anyways. I placed presents in the tree but i recieved no more than dirty looks from them. Maybe they just have to be less shy or just "grow up."

No Fishing Allowed

Today some kids tried to poke a fishing pole into my house. Enclosed in their, i can see a note out of the corner of my eye. Thank goodness their dad came and yelled at them, otherwise i would have went outside and kicked them off my property. I sware, if they try to pull something off like that again, there will be serious consiquences.

touching the house

When the little children came to touch my house i could feel their fear. It haunted them. Why do they do this to me? Why are they so mean all the time?

Gainging up??

I was hurt, destroyed inside. My heart is like an old record, scratched all over. These kids see me as a cruel adult. I can not understand why these children see me as an unloving stranger. As they were playing i can tell that their eyes were focused on me. Why it hurts to be lonley.