To Kill A Mockingbird A-B-C Story
After coming home and being startled to see Jem sitting in my living room, I was sure that there was something wrong.
"Before you tell me the bad news, let me tell you how happy I am to see you," I told Jem "it's been so long."
"Come over here Scout." Jem said to me.
"Did Atticus tell you to come over here?" I asked Jem a little worried.
Eventually, Jem got to his bad news, and just as I thought it was bad.
Feeling as though I had just been shot in the heart, my story may only seem slightly heartbreaking.
"Gosh, I never thought that he would ever die" I thought to myself
Half of you people are probably wondering whom I'm talking about, but you will have to find out a little later.
"Is Atticus taking this well?" I asked Jem "How about you?"
Just as I asked him this he suddenly started crying.
"Keep crying Jem, it's best to let it out instead of keeping it in." I told him.
"Look, if Atticus calls or comes by just don't say anything to him, he might break down like I just did." Jem told me.
Much later Atticus called and wanted to know if Jem came by, and he just wanted to make sure that I was ok.
Not only did Atticus call, but he asked if he could come spend the night, and of course, I said yes.
"Oh thank you Scout, I really needed to spend some time away from home." Atticus told me.
"Please, it was my pleasure, you're my father." I told him.
Quietly I made my way to my room while Atticus was watching television to call Jem and ask him when the funeral was.
Right as I was about to pick up the telephone, it rang.
"Scout," said Jem "I thought I should tell you that the funeral is tomorrow."
"Tomorrow!" I said surprised, "That's really short notice, but anyway, where is it?"
"Up the street from his our old house, where the school used to be. Atticus already knows, so just don't say anything to him, and leave at 2:00 p.m." Jem replied.
"Very good, see you tomorrow." I told him as we hung up.
"We are gathered here today to honor Boo Radley, a beloved friend and family member." The pastor said looking into his bible.
Xylophones played as he was lowered into the ground, and before I knew it, I was crying.
"You know, he lived a good life, and he made our childhood a lot of fun." Jem told me.
Zero people were crying, except for Jem, and I. Atticus was just sitting there, in a trance.