I carefully slip my books into my bag at of the end of class. It was lit. I could barely pay attention to Miss Caroline, as I was scheming my revenge on that Bob Ewell. It's just so upsetting seeing him skip around holding hands with my one true love. The mere thought of those two being intimate makes my skin burn. I rush home and ready myself.
The next day I get to school early. My heart races as I sneak across the hall to Bob's locker. Passing my carving I whisper, "Soon my love"
I carefully listen as I fiddle with the old combination lock. After a minute or two of trying the door swings free. I quickly glance down the hall as I pull the old mayonnaise from my sack and smirk.
By the time I'm finishing up the buses have just arrived and the students are pouring in. I speedily add the final touch to my creation; a heart shape note with "Love, Atticus" inscribed in perfect cursive. Hoping no one noticed, I hurry to my personal locker and start putting away my books. I see Bob's letterman jacket before I see him. "Here it comes…" I think anxiously.
As I turn to make my way to home room I see him… Atticus, my Atticus, in HIS jacket. My face burns hot while I find my way to a classroom and attempt to calm my anger. However, in the process of doing so a sudden yell comes from the hallway. At first I think nothing of it and go back to my thoughts, until I realize, that was a noise that only an Ewell could make…
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