I know the last one was kind of short but this one's longer :)

Scout's First Day of School:

Boo Radley:

I was in the kitchen, enjoying a simple breakfast of grapefruit when I saw two kids walk past the house. Normally, I wouldn't have bothered to notice. The kids were just like their parents, just smaller and not well educated.

But the two kids were the Finches. I didn't know the kids well, I only knew what I saw and that only included that Scout, the youngest was the most unusual seven year old I'd ever seen. Instead of skipping around in fancy dresses and wearing bows like the other girls, Scout wore a pair of overalls and acted more and more like her older brother Jem everyday. I guessed that it was mostly because heir father Atticus, lost his wife to a heart attack several years ago and little Scout never had a proper influence. It made me laugh to see the disgusted looks on the neighbor's faces as they concluded that Atticus let his children run wild.

The two kids glanced at the house as they passed. Scout said something to Jem and he shook his head but as he looked back at the house, he looked terrified. They headed to the schoolhouse together and it occurred to me that I had never seen Scout go to the school with Jem before. It must be her first day.

A little while later, I was going about my day inside as usual, when I saw them pass by again. This time another boy accompanied them. He looked like a Cunningham. I knew the Cunninghams well and so did my father, Nathan. We particularly didn't like the Cunninghams since they always found ways to cause trouble. But the Cunninghams weren't nearly as bad as the Ewells who lived outside of the Maycomb County Dump. They were savages and I pitied their daughter Mayella. I'd seen her about, always given the most strenuous labor while her father enjoyed hunting any animal he laid his eyes on. Scout didn't seem too happy about the Cunningham boy joining them.

I didn't see them pass by until later that day. Scout looked upset about something and I figured that she hadn't had a very good day. I was curious as to why. I saw her complaining to Atticus as they met him coming home from work.

Mayella Ewell:

Today, Burris was trying once more to try and go to school. My brothers never took to education too well. They didn't see a point to it but they didn't understand how rewarding it could be to have the ability to read and write. Ever since I'd been given the opportunity to learn how to read and write, I found it to be one of the best things. I read anything from cookbooks to signs and practiced writing whenever I had the chance. It was the one thing in my life that I felt good at and I always wanted to purchase some books to read. But Papa got angry when I'd asked him once and slapped me across the face. He yelled at me about how Ewells weren't doctors or lawyers who were supposed to be educated. He said that my job was to work his farm and later, my brothers' farm when Papa died. He was so angry that he banned me from eating any meals for a whole day.

I knew that even if I acquired an infinite amount of knowledge, I would never be able to become what I wanted to be. I wanted to become a doctor and take care of the sick. But it was an irrational goal so instead, I made a different goal to try and get one of my brothers to receive a decent education. Maybe someday when they were older, one of them could get a job off of the farm and find opportunities that I wanted so badly. Though, if one of them became a lawyer, maybe my children and their children could have a better place in the world. So Burris had to go to school again. Papa didn't seem to care much about whether he attended school or not but, I did.

Burris in particular was the brother who I was closest with. He was the youngest and therefore, he hadn't known my mother very well. So he seemed to count on me to really take care of him like a mother would. I took care of all my brothers like a mother would. Sometimes I would tell them stories before they went to bed about castles, knights, and dragons or anything else we could imagine. Since we didn't have storybooks, I made them up. My brothers liked to come up with characters and there was always some kind of swamp monster or magical creature. But Burris treated me more like a mother than the rest.

"Do I have to go?" Burris was saying.

"Yes," I said, ruffling his hair, "and please try n' last longer than last year."

"Why should I go when I'll learn nothin'?" he asked, stubbornly.

"Because someday it'll be worth somethin'," I said, "maybe you'll grow up to bein' a lawyer or a doctor."

"I ain't wantin' to be no lawyer," he complained, "I'll be a farmer jus' like Papa."

"Maybe," I said, looking around quickly as if he were watching, "but at least try n' learn somethin' of good value."

He was still frowning stubbornly but didn't say another word.

"How about I walk you to the corner?" I suggested, "It ain't too far."

He shrugged and I led him out to the yard. When we reached the corner, I gave him a chunk of bread that was supposed to be my breakfast. But I knew he would need it more.

As I was cooking supper that evening, I heard the door swing open and Burris was looking a little upset.

"What's wrong?" I asked him when he came into the kitchen. He liked to taste test the food sometimes when he was having a bad day.

"The teacher didn't like me," he said, "and the other kids didn't either but, I showed 'em how tough I am."

He reached up and plucked one of the cooties off of his head. Then he continued to go on about how awful school was and how the kids weren't nice to him.

"I tried to make some friends," Burris said, "I was tryin' to be nice like you told me to but, they all ran away from me."

I picked him up and placed him on my lap as the deer meat turned from pink to brown. I tucked his head under my chin.

"Don't worry about those other kids," I told him, "they're nothin' but, trouble n' I think you're better off stayin' here. Besides, if you want, I could teach you."

"Really?" he said, eagerly.

"Yes sir," I said, "n' maybe if you learn how to read n' write, someday you can write us all one big story about a swamp monster. Maybe we should do somethin' about those cooties too or you'll be turnin' into a swamp monster."

Burris laughed and I gave him a taste of the deer. It was nearly impossible to convince Burris to wash himself but for once he didn't complain when I came back after supper with a bucket of water. I found myself smiling as we talked about what kind of magic powers the swamp monster could have.

R&R please!