Obviously, I have no claim over Harper Lees great novel. This was a school project I did with a friend for English class. The dates on the two first chapters are complete speculation. Enjoy.
8th of August, 1912
I'm not sure of the date because the sun's rays don't penetrate the basement walls, so I can't judge by the light. I'm writing this by lamp-light. I believe I've been locked-up for two weeks now.
My father hasn't come see me since he brought me back home and the only contact I've had with my mother has been when she brings me my meals. The food is a greyish sticky substance. I'm guessing it's oatmeal. I've been amusing myself by flinging it at the walls and watching it ooze down to the ground. Unfortunately, it's starting to smell. I'll have to clean it up soon.
I caught a few mice with oatmeal and a bottle a few days ago and made them race. It didn't work very well. They scattered in all directions. Maybe I'd do better with slugs. After all, they can't really get away from me. I'll look into it. Maybe it'll even catch on and become a popular game.
I wish my father would let me out already. I'm so bored. He's over-reacting to this whole situation. Leaving me shut up in a basement just because I locked a guy in an outhouse is not what I deserve. He should have just let me go to the industrial school. At least then I'd be with the Cunninghams. I mean, they did the same thing and no one's locking them up. It's not fair. My father is crazy. I wouldn't put it past him to leave me here forever.
Come to think of it, would he do that? I mean, I know I did something bad, but I am his son. He wouldn't just take away my life like that, would he? Then again, he's never really liked me. Nathan's always been his favourite. He's just like my father, after all − pious, a religious fanatic, reserved, cold, a stiff. Why should I be the black sheep of the family just because I like to have fun and be with friends? They've locked themselves away from society and now they think they can do the same to me. I hate them.
They can't keep me here! It's not humane. I have a right to freedom! I'll go crazy if I stay here, all alone, for too long. Not to mention that it's unhealthy. I don't think that I'm insane yet, but if they don't release me soon, they'll regret it.
Boo
