Title: Meeting My Friends, Scout and Jem

Disclaimer: I do not own To Kill A Mocking Bird, Harper Lee did. I just write nonsense using the characters other people created.

Summary: Dill's point of view on meeting Scout and Jem. One-Shot

Note: This was an English assignment for school, and as I was cleaning out my files I found this. I decided to put it up to see what you guys thought of it. I think I got a 98 on it. It's a just lot of talking and some detail.

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"But I don't want to go" I complained to my mother. She didn't listen to me. So there I was, on my way to Maycomb County in Alabama. It was the most boring place on the Earth. I was going for the summer to live with my Aunt Rachel. I was moping around the house because Maycomb was a dull and boring County.

"Go outside to play Dill," Aunt Rachel told me.

"I don't know anybody."

"The Finch kids next door will play."

"Who are they?"

"They are Scout and Jeremy Atticus Finch."

I sat outside in the collard patch. Aunt Rachel couldn't tell me to go away, I was outside. I stroked my aunt's rat terrier, who was expecting. I heard footsteps followed by the faces of a boy and a girl. I figured they were the Finch kids. The kids were staring at me so I decided to break the silence.

"Hey!"

"Hey yourself," Jeremy Atticus Finch (what a mouthful) said.

"I'm Charles Baker Harris and I can read!"

"Lord, What a name!" Jeremy, or Jem as he liked to be called, said.

"Folks call me Dill."

"So what, you can read."

"I just thought if you got anything that needs reading I can do!"

Scout questioned me about my father.

"Where's your father? You ain't said anything about him."

"I haven't got one."

"Is he dead?"

"No…"

"Then if he's not dead you've got one, haven't you?" I made up lies. It made me sound more interesting. Then we acted out all kinds of movies, since I had seen so many shows.

"My mother sent in my picture to the beautiful child contest. I won first prize, $20, and spent it on movie admission."

It was funny that I was a year older than Scout, because she was so much taller. It was like she was human and I was a doll. They told me of Boo Radley. Jem described him as "six-and-a-half feet tall, judging from his tracks; he dined on raw squirrels and any cats he could catch, that's why his hands were blood stained- if you ate an animal raw you could never wash the blood off. There was a long jagged scar that ran across his face: whatever teeth he had, were yellow and rotten: his eyes popped and he drooled most over the time." Every time we spoke I wanted to know more. I wanted to know what he really looked like and what he did.