I don't own To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee does (RIP)

It was summer of 1936, and I was on the train heading to Maycomb, Alabama to visit my aunt Rachel, I have been doing this every summer, for about 4 years, and those summers were always the best day of my life, it was the place where I made two very important friends, Jeremy Finch, and Jean Louis Finch, but I just called them Scout and Jem.

Oh! I almost forgot, my name is Charles Baker Harris, but people call me Dill.

Now, you're probably wondering, "Why do I love visiting this place so much?" Well the main reason was that it got me far away from my folks… I don't want to talk about them, let's just say that they would be better off without me there; and the other one was that I get to see Scout and Jem.
Jem was a really good guy that I loved hanging around with, but last year, he was kind of jerk to Scout, but he still cared about us, he just didn't show it that well.
It ain't no secret that I like Scout, I even proposed to her when I was eight; I'm a year older than her, but she is still probably taller than me, but I didn't care about that. I was a lovesick puppy around her, but I'm too much of a wimp to admit it, so I just acted coy around her, and she seemed to go along with it; she was there for me when I needed her, but I can't say the same for me, because at the end of summer, I have to go back to Meridian, back to my folks, back to people who don't support me, back to the place I hated so much. It was hell living with them, they never once bothered asking, "Hey son, how was yer day?"
No matter what I did, they just got me stuff to keep me busy, and they got other people to keep watch over me, and I always ended up missing those summer days in Maycomb, and before I knew it, I would find myself crying, wishing I could go back and stay there, permanently. But what people are going to want a kid like me? I don't even know if my own aunt wanted me!

I looked out the window, and I was watching the fields that the train passed by, when I suddenly hear a voice ask, "Hey, is someone sitting here?"
I turn my head, and I see an adult wearing somewhat professional clothes, he had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and some freckles on his face. "Is there someone sitting here?" He asked again, very patiently.
I shook my head no, and he took a seat. "My name is Samuel Jack Tailor, but you can call me Sam."
He gave his hand out, and I decided to shake his hand, and introduce myself. "I'm Charles Baker Harris, but I go by Dill."
Sam smiled, and I found that odd, while I knew some adults that smiled, his seemed trustworthy. I asked him where he was headin' and he answered, "Maycomb."
I was shocked that an adult dressed the way he was, was going to Maycomb. "That's where I'm headin' fer the summer." I said, and he seemed to notice the, "for the summer line", but he let it go, which I was thankful for.
"Why are you going to Maycomb?" I asked, curious.
Sam looked me in the eye and said, "I'm an attorney, I'm going to be working at the office of Atticus Finch." I was stunned, yet again, this fellow, who I met a few minutes ago, just so happened to be going see Atticus Finch, the father of my two best friends.
"I know him, I'm best buds with his kids, Jem and Scout." I say, giving a goofy smile.
Sam then asked me question that I wasn't expecting. "Will they be waiting to see you, when you arrive?"
I thought about it for a bit, and I had good feeling they were meeting me at the train station. "Yeah."
I then wondered if Sam was going to be defending Negroes as well, so I asked him and he answered, "No… While I do admire Atticus' resolve, I don't deal with the same people he deals with. I deal with child abuse cases."
This got my attention, "Does being neglected count as being abused?" I asked him, and he said, "Yes it does."
That got to me, I realized that I am a neglected child, and I was glad that I ran away last year, but I didn't tell him that much about me, I think the only person that knows about my past is Scout.

We then started talking about Atticus, how I met Jem and Scout, how I proposed to Scout, which Sam just laughed at; I thought he was making fun of me, so I tell him to stop, and he tells me that he isn't laughing because of he wants to make fun of me, (Believe me, I get enough of that from Jem, when Scout isn't around.) he's laughing at how adorable the scenario was. I blushed and Sam just patted my head.
I then decide to ask him about the Tom Robinson trial, and he gave me sad look. "I know about that one, I still can't believe they condemned an innocent man."
I told him I was there for that trial, and that I started crying midway through, and Scout had to take me out of the courtroom, and that neither of us had any idea why Tom was being treated so badly for his color, and the way Mr. Gilmer treated him... it disgusted me!
"I agree," Sam looked out the window, as if he were looking for something. "It's not fair for black people to go to court for a crime that they probably didn't commit." Sam couldn't hold back his anger, he was clearly pissed at how that trial ended, and it was kind of amazing really. "I mean all of the evidence was circumstantial, there was no medical records, just a goddamn criminal record that wasn't even a case of rape! People who gave him a guilty verdict, just because of his color, can burn in hell for all I care!"
It was pretty scary seeing him get angry, and he seemed to notice this, because he immediately said, "I'm sorry, Dill. I didn't mean to scare you."
I told him not to worry about it too much, and he just smiled. "What an odd feller." Sam seemed to figure out what I was thinking, and he said, "I know I'm an odd guy, but that doesn't make me a bad person."
I agreed with him on that one. I am an odd kid myself; I made two good friends on my first visit here, and once I met them, I never wanted to leave, but I didn't really have a choice in the matter.
"Hey Sam, why don't you tell me more about yourself?" I asked, wanting to know more than that he is just a lawyer.
"Sure." Sam then told me many interesting things. "I am 24 years old, I grew up in Athens, Texas, I have German blood, I am ¼ Jewish, and I just recently became a lawyer a couple years ago, so I have no trials under my belt."
He was pretty young, and not only that, but he hasn't had a single trial yet, I didn't know whether he should be grateful or not, but what really interested me, was the fact that he had Jewish blood, and I started wondering, "Does he know what is goin on with the Jews?"
I asked him, and he said, "I'm aware, and I think that Hitler is a hypocrite."
I asked him why, and he answered, "Because he thinks that men with blue eyes and blonde hair are the perfect soldier, even though he has none of those features himself.
I see what he meant, how does having a specific eye and hair color make someone perfect?
Sam saw my confused face, and he said, "Believe me, it doesn't make sense to me, as much as it doesn't make sense to you." I found it hard to believe that an adult didn't understand something, but then I remembered that people didn't get why Atticus want to protect Tom, and I realized that not even adults have all the answers.

An hour went by, and me and Sam just decided to sleep for a while. We both woke up at around the same time, and we both looked out the window. I could tell that Maycomb was getting close. Sam was the first person to say anything, and he asked me, "Why don't you tell me more about yourself, Dill?"
I looked down. I didn't want to tell him, about my personal life outside Maycomb, but I didn't want to be rude, sense I asked him the same thing, just an hour ago. "I'm 10 years old, and I know how to read!"
Sam just smiled again, and said, "I would've guessed younger, you look like you're about 8."
I told him that Jem said the same thing when I first met him and Scout, and he said, "I bet it's weird for Scout to be proposed to a boy that is smaller than her." I blushed, and he started laughing.
I then thought, "For a lawyer, he isn't as serious as Atticus, but he does have his kindness."
 I then looked out the window, and I saw that we were here, Sam grabbed his bag, and we both exited the train station, and the first person I saw waiting for me, was none other than Scout, Jem, Atticus, and Aunt Rachel. Scout ran up and hugged me, which made me blush a little, and she asked me how I was doing, and I knew I was right where I belong.

A/N: I recently read To Kill A Mockingbird, because we were doing something school related, but it was only for certain parts of the book and movie, testing happened, so we haven't got anywhere with it, I asked my teacher if I could take the book home, because I was invested in it by page 6, and I finished it one night.
I have not read the sequel, and since the plot synopsis was enough for me to say, "No." I don't think I will even touch it. Anyway, the reason why I decided to write this is because, I thought Dill's problem needed focus, he is a neglected child, which is a form of child abuse, and we only see his weak side of him twice. 1) When he ran away, and told Scout his reason for being here. And 2) During Tom's trial. I then thought that this deserved focus, as we do see him more carefree and smart, then weak, but being neglected causes a lot of psychological damage to a child, and I think that this needs focus.

I want to try and get close to the narrative of "To Kill A Mockingbird", but it can be hard, so the reason why this one has a wall of text, this is because I am trying to give the same narrative, if you could give me any advice, on how to do a narrative like "To Kill A Mockingbird", I would appreciate it.

On the Digimon story, I'm going to try and do both, but if I get too invested with this one, you guys may have to wait another month or so.

I hope you guys enjoy this story, don't be afraid to review, constructive criticism is appreciated. I will see you next time.