Huckleberry Finn stood out like a sore thumb in the small town of Saint Petersburg. Not only because of his family background and 'down-low ways' of acting, but for his strange ideas. Ever since he was young, he'd say peculiar certain phrases or come up with a plethora of inventions such as the 'Ain't doing chores machine'. Everyone in town would scoff or laugh, all but one person, his mother. After he would tread a long trail of ideas she would whisper to him, "You are the smartest little thing my Huckleberry, you are to do great things one day". She would always talk like such, in an eloquent and soothing way. So little Huckleberry grew up with notions of doing great things, until the day of his mothers death. With the death of his mother, his dreams died too. He felt that without her he was nothing. Nothing. He felt that the only future for him was to become a criminal and a drunk like his father. He felt trapped in the web of lies his town and his father had strung about him. Trapped in the low expectations of his future, ambitions, and dreams. Without his mother, he was caught, he soon began to believe that what others said was true. Until it became the only thing he was known for being, nothing.
When Huckleberry would walk about town in clothes that were to small and hadn't been washed in years, a hat so strange anyone would laugh, and with dirt smeared about his thin face; the expressions people would ware when they saw him would vary in certain ways. Lots of old women would give pitying glances as they shook their heads in various contortions, although those glances meant nothing. Younger mothers would hold their children tight and rush quickly past him, not meeting his gaze. Once they passed, Huckleberry would hear the mothers scolding their children, telling them to 'never socialize with such trash.' When children passed during their lunch break, they would laugh at him or examine him like a peculiar specimen. When Huckleberry was young, shortly after his mother died, he would later cry after hearing what was said to him. But as he grew, he discovered that it was easier to give them what they wanted. He would play up his act, tell the craziest stories, and explore his craziest behaviors. He did this so much, that eventually his self esteem was reduced to nothing. He behaved and believed that he was what they said he was. There were times, of course, that he thought he would be something. Such as when he was with Jim, who believed and trusted in Huckleberry like he was someone special. But these occasions were rare, and would come and go as frequently as they came.
So when the time came that Huckleberry Finn did achieve something worth honor and greatness, he never realized that he became more than nothing. He became a abolitionist, but no one knew. Some would scoff even more or make a big fuss, so he told no one. Anyways, he believed that it was something worth no respect or honor. So, one cool day in March, when Huckleberry was much older, he died still believing that he had amounted to nothing. Although he didn't know it and most likely no one in Saint Petersburg ever would; he had fulfilled his mothers hopes and expectations. He had amounted to something.