Dear Diary,
Yesterday I was out front of my house surveying the damage and making plans for my new house. It was twilight out and everything was quite because it was Sunday night. I decided to take a walk around the block before heading back to Miss Stephanie’s. She has been gossiping like crazy and I’m tired of it. I passed the Finch’s and then I walked passed the Radley’s place. I didn’t linger long, I felt like someone was watching me. I walked up a bit further and did a wide U-turn. I was getting tired for my old age. I slowed down a bit to catch my breath.
I was coming up to the Radley’s house when I saw the screen door open and a tall figure came out. I was frozen in shock and fear. I calmed myself down and continued walking on; trying to act unaware of whomever was standing on the porch. It’s Nathan Radley, it’s only Nathan Radley, I thought over and over again. I looked out of the corner of my eye and took in the features of the man. It was not Nathan. The man looked similar to Nathan but taller and with longer hair. This must be Arthur. He looked similar to the boy I remembered years ago. He looked into my eyes for a moment before I averted them and tried not to look back. I heard the door open again and I heard the voice of Nathan Radley in a loud whisper saying, “Arthur! Get in now, and stop sneaking off into the night!” I picked up the pace again and finally reached the door of Miss Stephanie. I shut the door and quickly and locked it.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Chapter 5-9
Dear Diary,
Yesterday it snowed for the first time in a long, long time. Scout and Jem Finch stopped by and asked if they could have my snow. I told them to take it all, it was ruining my garden. That night I set a low fire in my kitchen to keep me warm for the night. I quickly went to my bedroom and fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later and heard strange noises and there was an odd smell. I soon realized what that smell was when I looked to the door and saw smoke seeping through under the door. I grabbed my coat and ran for the door. As I ran by the kitchen to get out I saw the orange flames, bright and hot, coming closer towards me and the rest of the house. I threw the door open and went out into the freezing night. I ran to the Finch’s home and knocked very hard on the door. Someone needed to wake up.
A few moments later Atticus opened up the door looking very sleepy, “Oh, hello Miss Maudie. How can I help you?”
“Please, my house is on fire! Can you call for help?” I asked in a panicked voice. Atticus seemed more awake now; he looked over to my house and his eyes widened. He ran back inside and I heard him talking to someone over the phone. I left and ran back out in front of my house. More of the neighbors come out, and finally a few fire trucks arrived. As I watched Mr. Avery climb to safety I calmed down. I was actually sort of happy this old house is gone, I hated it. Everyone went back to bed and I stayed at Miss Stephanie’s house. In the morning Atticus told me about Boo Radley coming out to put a blanket around Scout’s shoulders. Later Jem and Scout returned a few of my belongings and they were surprised I wasn’t upset about my house. I explained why and I asked Scout about Boo Radley, I told her I wished I was there. I would have liked to see that.
Yesterday it snowed for the first time in a long, long time. Scout and Jem Finch stopped by and asked if they could have my snow. I told them to take it all, it was ruining my garden. That night I set a low fire in my kitchen to keep me warm for the night. I quickly went to my bedroom and fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later and heard strange noises and there was an odd smell. I soon realized what that smell was when I looked to the door and saw smoke seeping through under the door. I grabbed my coat and ran for the door. As I ran by the kitchen to get out I saw the orange flames, bright and hot, coming closer towards me and the rest of the house. I threw the door open and went out into the freezing night. I ran to the Finch’s home and knocked very hard on the door. Someone needed to wake up.
A few moments later Atticus opened up the door looking very sleepy, “Oh, hello Miss Maudie. How can I help you?”
“Please, my house is on fire! Can you call for help?” I asked in a panicked voice. Atticus seemed more awake now; he looked over to my house and his eyes widened. He ran back inside and I heard him talking to someone over the phone. I left and ran back out in front of my house. More of the neighbors come out, and finally a few fire trucks arrived. As I watched Mr. Avery climb to safety I calmed down. I was actually sort of happy this old house is gone, I hated it. Everyone went back to bed and I stayed at Miss Stephanie’s house. In the morning Atticus told me about Boo Radley coming out to put a blanket around Scout’s shoulders. Later Jem and Scout returned a few of my belongings and they were surprised I wasn’t upset about my house. I explained why and I asked Scout about Boo Radley, I told her I wished I was there. I would have liked to see that.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Chapter 1-5
Dear Diary,
Lately little Scout Finch has been coming over and sitting with me on my porch. I let her, Jem, and Charles in my yard so long as they didn’t jump on the arbor and explore my lot. I reckon Jean Louise vists often because that brother of hers, Jem, tells her to leave him alone. I’ve heard him say it several times from my house. Its almost twilight and my bath is done. I walk outside and take a seat on my front steps and wait for Scout to come. Moments later I see her walking over towards me. After Scout sat down we talked and watched he sun. From my seat I could see a blade of nut grass. I quickly got up and went to it. Scout followed as I got down on my hands and knees and started spraying the weed with poison.
“Why can’t you just pull it up?” she asked after watching my determination to get rid if the nut grass.
“Pull it up, child, pull it up? I asked picking up the limp sprout and squeezing to get out all of the grains. “Why, one sprig of nut grass can run a whole yard. Look here. When it comes fall this dries up and the wind blows it all over Maycomb County!” I explained. We talked for a few moments longer and when I smiled she looked at my teeth in shock. She asked me what was on my teeth and I told her they were gold prongs clipped to my teeth.
“Look here.” I said wanting to show her something. She looked and with a click of my tongue I thrust out my bridgework. We moved back to the porch steps and chattered, until Scout asked about Boo Radley. I don’t like how the young children in this town listen to all those rumors. They have never even met him but still believe them.
“His name is Arthur and he’s alive,” I told her after she asked if he was dead. I tried to change the subject but Scout didn’t catch on.
“Yessum. How do you know?” she asked almost completely ignoring my attempt to change subjects.
“Know what, child?” I asked trying to seem confused.
“That B-Mr. Arthur’s still alive?” she asked. After telling her it was a morbid subject, I told her what little I knew. I told her he didn’t die and get stuffed up a chimney. What a silly question. She told me that this is what Jem says. She also asked me if he was crazy.
“If he’s not he should be by now. The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets-“ she interrupted me defending her father. I told her I didn’t mean it like that. I tried changing the subject once more offering her some fresh poundcake and she said she would like some.
I’m glad she didn’t bring it up again.
Lately little Scout Finch has been coming over and sitting with me on my porch. I let her, Jem, and Charles in my yard so long as they didn’t jump on the arbor and explore my lot. I reckon Jean Louise vists often because that brother of hers, Jem, tells her to leave him alone. I’ve heard him say it several times from my house. Its almost twilight and my bath is done. I walk outside and take a seat on my front steps and wait for Scout to come. Moments later I see her walking over towards me. After Scout sat down we talked and watched he sun. From my seat I could see a blade of nut grass. I quickly got up and went to it. Scout followed as I got down on my hands and knees and started spraying the weed with poison.
“Why can’t you just pull it up?” she asked after watching my determination to get rid if the nut grass.
“Pull it up, child, pull it up? I asked picking up the limp sprout and squeezing to get out all of the grains. “Why, one sprig of nut grass can run a whole yard. Look here. When it comes fall this dries up and the wind blows it all over Maycomb County!” I explained. We talked for a few moments longer and when I smiled she looked at my teeth in shock. She asked me what was on my teeth and I told her they were gold prongs clipped to my teeth.
“Look here.” I said wanting to show her something. She looked and with a click of my tongue I thrust out my bridgework. We moved back to the porch steps and chattered, until Scout asked about Boo Radley. I don’t like how the young children in this town listen to all those rumors. They have never even met him but still believe them.
“His name is Arthur and he’s alive,” I told her after she asked if he was dead. I tried to change the subject but Scout didn’t catch on.
“Yessum. How do you know?” she asked almost completely ignoring my attempt to change subjects.
“Know what, child?” I asked trying to seem confused.
“That B-Mr. Arthur’s still alive?” she asked. After telling her it was a morbid subject, I told her what little I knew. I told her he didn’t die and get stuffed up a chimney. What a silly question. She told me that this is what Jem says. She also asked me if he was crazy.
“If he’s not he should be by now. The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets-“ she interrupted me defending her father. I told her I didn’t mean it like that. I tried changing the subject once more offering her some fresh poundcake and she said she would like some.
I’m glad she didn’t bring it up again.
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