I Killed a Mockingbird.
I, Mayella Ewell, have killed a mockingbird. I, Mayella Ewell, have killed something that did nothing wrong. And I, Mayella Ewell, got away with it.
Sure, I thought noone would find out that I had jumped Tom. I even tried to kiss him. Naturally, he resisted me, he knew he had a wife and children. He knew what would happen if someone saw us... I guess I didn't though.
I despise Atticus Finch. He knew what really happened. He knew what I did. And he mocked me. Curse him, he knew. Curse my father, too. My father's the one who made me kill Tom.
Or, that's what I keep telling myself. But I know I did it. I never said, "Yes! That's what happened! I'm sorry!" But, I was scared. I was scared what would happen if I told. Hey, you know what Robert did. He tried to kill Atticus Finch's children. And he didn't prove anything. Think about what would happen to me, if I admitted. He even started harrasing Helen, and she was only the wife of Tom. He tried to steal from the judge. I got a beating enough for that court session, I can't even imagine what would happen if I told the truth.
Well, maybe I can. I'd be dead right now, dead as the land I walk on. Dead as Thomas Robinson. As dead as my father. And I'm glad he's dead. Now maybe my beatings will stop. But I know that I deserve them.
I did it all because I was never kissed. Because I'm an Ewell, because I'm the lowest of the low in the social order of Maycomb.
I, Mayella Ewell, killed Tom Robinson. I, Mayella Ewell, killed Bob Ewell. I let two of my flowers die for that, because one mockingbird and a starling died because of me. I killed them.
A/N: I know its short, and I didn't exactly capture the incorrect English of the Ewells, but I never was good at that. Just in case you don't understand the starling comment... Starlings are annoying, horrible things that hurt crops and everything. So I thought they would be good opposites, like Tom and Bob.
I, Mayella Ewell, have killed a mockingbird. I, Mayella Ewell, have killed something that did nothing wrong. And I, Mayella Ewell, got away with it.
Sure, I thought noone would find out that I had jumped Tom. I even tried to kiss him. Naturally, he resisted me, he knew he had a wife and children. He knew what would happen if someone saw us... I guess I didn't though.
I despise Atticus Finch. He knew what really happened. He knew what I did. And he mocked me. Curse him, he knew. Curse my father, too. My father's the one who made me kill Tom.
Or, that's what I keep telling myself. But I know I did it. I never said, "Yes! That's what happened! I'm sorry!" But, I was scared. I was scared what would happen if I told. Hey, you know what Robert did. He tried to kill Atticus Finch's children. And he didn't prove anything. Think about what would happen to me, if I admitted. He even started harrasing Helen, and she was only the wife of Tom. He tried to steal from the judge. I got a beating enough for that court session, I can't even imagine what would happen if I told the truth.
Well, maybe I can. I'd be dead right now, dead as the land I walk on. Dead as Thomas Robinson. As dead as my father. And I'm glad he's dead. Now maybe my beatings will stop. But I know that I deserve them.
I did it all because I was never kissed. Because I'm an Ewell, because I'm the lowest of the low in the social order of Maycomb.
I, Mayella Ewell, killed Tom Robinson. I, Mayella Ewell, killed Bob Ewell. I let two of my flowers die for that, because one mockingbird and a starling died because of me. I killed them.
A/N: I know its short, and I didn't exactly capture the incorrect English of the Ewells, but I never was good at that. Just in case you don't understand the starling comment... Starlings are annoying, horrible things that hurt crops and everything. So I thought they would be good opposites, like Tom and Bob.