Ugh, I'm wet. I just took my dog out for a walk, and about three minutes into it, it started pouring. Five minutes after I got home, it stopped. So what better time to plug in the space heater and write some fan fiction! Enjoy!
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If you'll be my Louisiana, I'll be your Mississippi

You be my little Loretta, I'll be your Conway Twitty
You be my sugar baby, I'll be your sweet iced tea
You be my honeysuckle, I'll be your honey bee

-Blake Shelton, Honey Bee

That night, after we had gotten some things from our house, Miss Rachel let us stay in her house until we could get everything aired out and door fixed. Atticus slept in the guestroom, Jem in Dill's room, and I had the couch in the living room. Atticus woke us early the next morning and we set to work. Calpurnia bossed me around all day. Jem pretty much sat outside, on account of he couldn't lift nothing with only one arm, and he coughed a lot. I had to carry all the bedding and clothes outside and help Calpurnia and Miss Maudie, who had come to help, wash it. Then it was my job to pin it on the laundry lines. Atticus and some other men of the town cleared away the burnt remains of the porch. They fixed up the entry hall all nice too. I wanted to watch, but Calpurnia made me wash all my clothes and bedding first. By the time I finished it all, it was fixed. Jem had fallen asleep so he didn't know what they did. I had to haul all the carpets outside and beat the smoke and ash out of them. By five o'clock, I was done in and worn out. Calpurnia finally let me take a break. I sat on the grass and watched the men work. After a few minutes, I fell sound asleep on the soft grass.

When I waked up, the sun had set, but it hadn't gotten dark yet. It was all sorta gray. The air was pleasantly chilly. A brand spankin' new screen door was of course, open, and I could hear Atticus's deep laugh and Miss Maudie's quiet one. Jem's voice floated out after the laughter. Calpurnia said something and I heard the clink of dishes. I heard Jem say "I'll go get Scout, it's getting' dark out." I watched him bang the screen door closed. "Scoout! Come on in, it's a getting' dark!" He hollered.

"I'm comin', I'm comin'. Gosh, Jem hold yer horses." I stood up and hurried across the yard and followed Jem inside. The old entry hall was gone, and in its place was a bare wooden one.

"Atticus says we can paint it tomorrow." Jem told me. I looked at a pile of half burnt things in the corner.

"What's all that stuff?" I asked. I nudged it with my toe.

"Oh that's just some of the stuff that was hangin' in the enter-y hall. It's all burned up now." Jem said. I picked up a framed picture. The picture of Atticus and Mother existed only in my memory. It was a black and smudgy now.

"Ain't no good now." I said, tossing it back in the pile of charred things. Jem went back into the kitchen. But I heard a sickening break. I turned around to see the picture broken in two. A piece of paper was stickin' out. I gulped. Maybe Atticus would think it broke during the fire. I knelt down and removed the paper. It wasn't the photograph, but on writin' paper. It was glued shut. I fumbled with it.

" Scout! You better come here right now or you won't get nothin' to eat!" Jem called. I heard Calpurnia say that was no way to talk to your sister, and I jammed the broken frame under all the rest of the stuff and jammed the piece of paper into my overall's pocket. I dashed to kitchen and slid into my chair for dinner. Miss Maudie stayed to eat with us, before leaving, promising she would be back the next day to help finish cleaning up everything. All the windows in the house were open, but it still smelled faintly like smoke. Calpurnia brought the last load of smoky clothes and bedding from outside in, and went upstairs to put it away before she left. The three of us sat in the living room. Atticus was reading the newspaper. On the front page was a picture of our house like it had been yesterday.

"Atticus?" I asked.

"Yes Scout?"

"What happened t' Burris and Rob Ewell?"

"Well, since Rob is old enough, he's in jail for 6 months. Mayella Ewell promised to keep Burris at home for 6 months."

"Oh. Atticus?"

"Yes?"

"I missed school t'day. What should I tell Miss Dorothy tomorrow?" She was my teacher.

"I think you should stay at home this week. I'll call her tomorrow and explain what happened, if she doesn't already know."

"Alright. Fine with me. Is Jem staying too?" Atticus ruffled my hair.

"Jem is staying at home until his arm gets better, Scout." Satisfied, I went back to reading. But I couldn't quite concentrate. My thoughts wondered. Outside, the cicadas sand incessantly. It never really bothered me unless I thought about it. I wondered what it would be like to live up north. There would be no unfair trials like Tom Robinson's. Cowardly men wouldn't take revenge on children. Their sons wouldn't try to burn yer house down. But they was probably all snobby. Last year, there was a girl from up north in m class. Her name was Emma Morgan. She had a funny accent and was always saying: "What? I can't understand you!" No one liked her. After a while, I realized that I liked the south better. The south maybe racism and revenge, but it was also "Hi ya'll, did ya eat? Well, come on in I'm sure glad to know ya." And the hickory wind blowin' through the trees at night. The south was cicadas and goin' to church every Sunday. That was our southern voice.

A/N: Sorry, this chapter is shorter and probably more boring than the rest. Not my best work. It was pretty much filler, because I ran myself into a rut. I might just say "months passed" next chapter. I don't know! I didn't really know where that quote fit in, but I was listening to it and it was kinda fitting to the end of this chapter. The offer for cracklin' bread is still up for this chapter. If anyone know the reference, review! *coughs* chapter titles! *Coughs* If you don't, review anyway! Suggestions are greatly appreciated. One thing more: If you JUST story alert or favorite, I will give you an angry shout-out next chapter! I do it too, so sorry. But I WANT YOUR ADVICE! I WILL find you! Review! In fact, review right now! RIGHT NOW!