The trial

Dear Diary,
Today was the trial. We were there for hours. Atticus and I sat patiently waiting for the verdict. The jury took a while to get back with their verdict. I sat and listened as the judge kept saying guilty. My heart sank lower and lower in my chest with each guilty called out. Atticus stood up quickly and whispered in my ear that we still have a chance and we can get an appeal. He tried to explain it to me but I wasn't listening. I was too shocked to understand what he was saying. I could only think about my family and saying goodbye. I cut him off and I said thank you and goodbye to Atticus. I was immediatly taken to the jail, so I had time to think. I knew i wouldn't be able to win this case, I was black and the Ewell's are white. It's not fair that every word I say I am judged. Atticus did better then any lawyer I knew, but it wasn't enough. I am an innocent man and I don't want to be in this jail cell, cut off from all humanity. i thought about all of the things I would miss. My children growing up, my wife, my friends. Who would take care of the kids and make money? I don't want these cruel people to kill me. I would rather do it myself, I would rather attemp to escape then just sit around and wait. This whole thing is completely unfair. I quickly formed a plan in my head and planned to put it into action the first chance I got.

Tom Robinson.