Dear Diary,
That Mr. Atticus thinks we's stupid, and that my daddy can't read and write, well I's not stupid, and I knows that he knows. He's try'in to make me spill what really happened. But he knows the truth, and everybody else in Maycomb knows the truth. My daddy thinks he got's erey'body fooled even them little kids knows he's liein'. Today I could barely keep from cryin' the whole time up on the stand. I know Mr. Atticus knows Tom didn't rape me. But if I tells anythin' my daddy's gonna beat me more. they won't put my daddy in jail with all the Negros on account of he's white. I wish daddy would stop spendin' our money on them beers, he's always drunkin' and beatin' me to high heavens. I knows he loves me, but when he's drunk, I swear the devil himself jumps in his skin, and my daddy don't 'member notin' he does so he goes an' gets people hunged, like they gonna do to Mr. Tom. MR. Tom didn't do notin' if anything he saved me. My daddy had been the one beatin' me and accusin' me o' bein' mom. He was comin' on to me. I knew I looked a lot like my mom, and to a drunkin' I cudda well as been her lon' lost twin sister' not that it mattered much, even when he was a' least half sober he wouldn't been beatin' me. I really do miss her. I don't 'member her too much now, but I seen pictures. But maybe if she'd still been 'round he wouldn't ne drunkin' and beatin' me. My daddy was beatin' me because I kept tellin' him I wasn't mom. That's when Mr. Tom comed over to try to get my daddy off o' me. I reckon that was the only thing my daddy could 'member that's probably why he came up with the whole story because Mr. Heck camed over when he was passin' by and heared all my hollerin'. My daddy had to make up some excuse for my bruises. Then he went an' blamed that poor old Negro Mr. Tom. I feel much sorrys to him, because they gonna noose him. After Atticus puttin' me on the stand, my daddy came home an' tol' me as soon as this stupid case was over and he'd get his money and I wouln't no more he was gonna beat me so bad I wouldn't be able to sit downs for a week. Word for word. Mr. Atticus has got his number, an' good. He knows Mr. Tom couldn't a done it because of his han'. And my daddy's a lefty, and my bruises is on the right, I knowed what he was getting' at. I ain't stupid like the rest of my family. I know Mr. Atticus's ways. I knowed he'd do that. Mr. Atticus is a good man standin' up for Mr. Tom, when no one else in Maycomb would. I knows that Scout, an' her brother Jem, I's seen them 'round. They gonna grow up to be good like him. My family won't though, we'll always be the disgrace to Maycomb.
Yours truly, Mayella
P.S. an' not ma'am or Miss Mayella either
That Mr. Atticus thinks we's stupid, and that my daddy can't read and write, well I's not stupid, and I knows that he knows. He's try'in to make me spill what really happened. But he knows the truth, and everybody else in Maycomb knows the truth. My daddy thinks he got's erey'body fooled even them little kids knows he's liein'. Today I could barely keep from cryin' the whole time up on the stand. I know Mr. Atticus knows Tom didn't rape me. But if I tells anythin' my daddy's gonna beat me more. they won't put my daddy in jail with all the Negros on account of he's white. I wish daddy would stop spendin' our money on them beers, he's always drunkin' and beatin' me to high heavens. I knows he loves me, but when he's drunk, I swear the devil himself jumps in his skin, and my daddy don't 'member notin' he does so he goes an' gets people hunged, like they gonna do to Mr. Tom. MR. Tom didn't do notin' if anything he saved me. My daddy had been the one beatin' me and accusin' me o' bein' mom. He was comin' on to me. I knew I looked a lot like my mom, and to a drunkin' I cudda well as been her lon' lost twin sister' not that it mattered much, even when he was a' least half sober he wouldn't been beatin' me. I really do miss her. I don't 'member her too much now, but I seen pictures. But maybe if she'd still been 'round he wouldn't ne drunkin' and beatin' me. My daddy was beatin' me because I kept tellin' him I wasn't mom. That's when Mr. Tom comed over to try to get my daddy off o' me. I reckon that was the only thing my daddy could 'member that's probably why he came up with the whole story because Mr. Heck camed over when he was passin' by and heared all my hollerin'. My daddy had to make up some excuse for my bruises. Then he went an' blamed that poor old Negro Mr. Tom. I feel much sorrys to him, because they gonna noose him. After Atticus puttin' me on the stand, my daddy came home an' tol' me as soon as this stupid case was over and he'd get his money and I wouln't no more he was gonna beat me so bad I wouldn't be able to sit downs for a week. Word for word. Mr. Atticus has got his number, an' good. He knows Mr. Tom couldn't a done it because of his han'. And my daddy's a lefty, and my bruises is on the right, I knowed what he was getting' at. I ain't stupid like the rest of my family. I know Mr. Atticus's ways. I knowed he'd do that. Mr. Atticus is a good man standin' up for Mr. Tom, when no one else in Maycomb would. I knows that Scout, an' her brother Jem, I's seen them 'round. They gonna grow up to be good like him. My family won't though, we'll always be the disgrace to Maycomb.
Yours truly, Mayella
P.S. an' not ma'am or Miss Mayella either