Jem and Dill are fishin'. They wouldn't let me go. Actually, Aunt
Alexandra told them not to let me go. She said somethin' like "Fishing
isn't for proper little girls." Did I ever say that I wanted to be a proper
little girl? I don't think I did.
Yes, Aunt Alexandra is here again, our little old town, even though it's been three years since the trial. I'm thirteen. I still want to talk about it, you know, the trial, but Jem won't, neither will Aunt Alexandra. Atticus, well, he just says somethin' like "Scout, there's some people in this world that just don't understand." I don't understand what he's talking about at all!
Right now, I'm gardenin' with Miss Maudie. Her house was rebuild shortly after the trial and now she has a nicer garden then ever. Miss Maudie still cooks me and Jem n' Dill good stuff to eat, when they come 'round. But they rarely do. Most of the time, I'm by myself. I don't mind it, too much. Atticus says "It's part of growing up." And anyway, Jem's not home a lot cause he's playing football for his high school. Yep, that's right. I'm all by myself in school.
Golly, I'm sure by myself a lot. By I got things to do. Like.umm.talking, to Miss Maudie. Miss Maudie always talks to me. I 'specially like to talk to Miss Maudie when Aunt Alexandra makes me act like a girl, and wear long dresses and drink tea like an old women during Mission Society meetings.
I don't like that one bit. 'Cause I don't want to act like a girl, but Aunt Alexandra says "It's time you should." "Why?" I asked. She said, "So you can get a beau." I ain't got any need for a beau, I'm gonna marry Dill, he asked me to along time ago. And I will. But I can't tell Aunt Alexandra that.
I have lots of secrets from Aunt Alexandra. Like sometimes, at night, I'll go talk to Mr. Radley, not Mr. Nathan Radley, but Boo, as I used to call him. And also, the time when Walter kissed me. No one knows, not even Atticus or Jem. I used to tell Atticus everything. But I don't anymore. I don't even really want to. He's my father, and I like having secrets. It is sorta fun.
"Jean Louise Finch! Get out of Miss Maudie's flowers!" Cried Miss Stephanie, as I ran away. I knew that Miss Maudie didn't care if I sat in her flowerbed, but there was no need to bother Miss Stephanie, who was growing old. Why worry the old women?
Running past the old oak tree at the corner, reminded me of the time when Jem and I found little trinkets in there. The time has changes, and all of us have grown up.
A/N: Okay, this is just a little thought that popped into my head last night. I didn't think it was that good, but a bunch of people have asked me to upload a new chapter soon! Wow! I just wrote it really quick because I read To Kill A Mockingbird in English this year. Anyway, I might write a new chapter.I don't know what about yet, but I'll think about it! In the meantime, you could always read my other story on Fanfiction.net and I'm about to post a play I wrote on FictionPress.net. I would love to hear your comments! Don't forget to review! ~Fairy Child
Yes, Aunt Alexandra is here again, our little old town, even though it's been three years since the trial. I'm thirteen. I still want to talk about it, you know, the trial, but Jem won't, neither will Aunt Alexandra. Atticus, well, he just says somethin' like "Scout, there's some people in this world that just don't understand." I don't understand what he's talking about at all!
Right now, I'm gardenin' with Miss Maudie. Her house was rebuild shortly after the trial and now she has a nicer garden then ever. Miss Maudie still cooks me and Jem n' Dill good stuff to eat, when they come 'round. But they rarely do. Most of the time, I'm by myself. I don't mind it, too much. Atticus says "It's part of growing up." And anyway, Jem's not home a lot cause he's playing football for his high school. Yep, that's right. I'm all by myself in school.
Golly, I'm sure by myself a lot. By I got things to do. Like.umm.talking, to Miss Maudie. Miss Maudie always talks to me. I 'specially like to talk to Miss Maudie when Aunt Alexandra makes me act like a girl, and wear long dresses and drink tea like an old women during Mission Society meetings.
I don't like that one bit. 'Cause I don't want to act like a girl, but Aunt Alexandra says "It's time you should." "Why?" I asked. She said, "So you can get a beau." I ain't got any need for a beau, I'm gonna marry Dill, he asked me to along time ago. And I will. But I can't tell Aunt Alexandra that.
I have lots of secrets from Aunt Alexandra. Like sometimes, at night, I'll go talk to Mr. Radley, not Mr. Nathan Radley, but Boo, as I used to call him. And also, the time when Walter kissed me. No one knows, not even Atticus or Jem. I used to tell Atticus everything. But I don't anymore. I don't even really want to. He's my father, and I like having secrets. It is sorta fun.
"Jean Louise Finch! Get out of Miss Maudie's flowers!" Cried Miss Stephanie, as I ran away. I knew that Miss Maudie didn't care if I sat in her flowerbed, but there was no need to bother Miss Stephanie, who was growing old. Why worry the old women?
Running past the old oak tree at the corner, reminded me of the time when Jem and I found little trinkets in there. The time has changes, and all of us have grown up.
A/N: Okay, this is just a little thought that popped into my head last night. I didn't think it was that good, but a bunch of people have asked me to upload a new chapter soon! Wow! I just wrote it really quick because I read To Kill A Mockingbird in English this year. Anyway, I might write a new chapter.I don't know what about yet, but I'll think about it! In the meantime, you could always read my other story on Fanfiction.net and I'm about to post a play I wrote on FictionPress.net. I would love to hear your comments! Don't forget to review! ~Fairy Child