The children still hadn't showed up. Aunt Alexandra was just as worried as I. I could only hope they were safe. I didn't expect them to just run off like that – I knew they wanted to go out and about today but Atticus told them to stay with Alexandra and I. When he was serious, they mostly obied. This was very improbable. It had already been hours without them, and I wanted to march down to that courthouse and tell Atticus.

“You can't.” Alexandra argued. I asked her why, and she smirked.

“It's unacceptable that they've gone away, and Atticus takes full responsibility. He need to realize how misbehaved his kids are. Then he might let me help a little more.” She said with a nod. Now, it was my turn to smirk and disagree.

“No. Now you write him a letter so I can give it to him, or I'll write it myself. Aren't you at all worried about them? We need to let your brother know – or else he might come home and blame you for not telling him.”

“He wouldn't”

“If he didn't, I will.” I stated. She glared at me.

“Get me a pencil and paper and I'll write the darn note.” She mumbled. I smiled at her.

I went down to the courthouse, and asked Judge Taylor's permission to give the note to Atticus. I knew he would give it to me. He was the opposite of a hypocrite. He was kind and caring to people of all color. Atticus's face turned pale when I handed them the note, and he told Judge Taylor that his kids were missing.

“I know where they are.” A man said, who I believed was Mr. Underwood. He pointed to the balcony where the colored folks sat. And there the three were, the same place they had been all morning. Atticus told them to come down, and go home with me for supper.

They argued – they wanted to hear the verdict. I didn't want them too at all, I wanted to argue with Atticus to keep them at home. They agreed to come have supper, but they didn't have much of a choice.

“Ashamed.” I repeated as we lived the courthouse. I had many harsh words to say to the children, but I sustained most of them. I could see apprehension in their eyes, but it didn't matter.

“Don't you want to hear about it, Cal?” Was all Jem could say. I found that rather rude, he wasn't listening to a word I was saying. He was even laughing on and off. I knew that he had a pursuit to become a lawyer like his dad, so I guess it was a good thing that he was so excited. It didn't matter, I was exhausted anyways.

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I got to the courthouse early, but it wasn't early enough. many people were already crowded around the entrance but the case wasn't starting for a while. I opened the door and people quickly shuffled in. I knew this was going to be a complex case, but one with little fighting. I've known Atticus for many years and he was not the type to get angry. Everything he does was done amiably
The case started and the first person was called to the stand. It was Heck Tate, I knew him from before. He was the town sheriff. His point of view didn't really help. He did not see the accused rape happening, or have real solid proof of anything. He simply recieved a call from Mayella's father saying she was just raped. He came down to their house as fast as possible and brought Tom Robinson, who Mayella thought raped her. She confirmed that it was him and he took him to jail. When we asked him to describe the injuries that Mayella had, he said she had a bruise on her right eye and her arms were beat up. He stepped down from the stand.
Next up was Mayella's father, Bob Ewell. He said that he heard Mayella hollering and screaming at the top of her lungs. He ran up to the window and saw Tom raping his daughter. He ran inside and pulled him off of her, and then chased him away. He seemed really into his story and like it would have to be true, he also seemed extremely confident in his story as well. Atticus asked him if he could read and right, and he said he could. Mr. Gilmer said an objection and said it was irrelevent, but I overruled. We found out that she he was left handed. Atticus was obviously trying to prove that he might have been the one to beat up Mayella. But that was not enough proof.
Mayella came up to the stand and told us that she was 19 and a half. There was something very different about her, different from the rest of the Ewell family. She seemed rather clean and like she cared at least a little bit about how she presented herself. She immediately started crying. He was afraid of Atticus, and he didn't want to make her look left-handed like her father. She only had a few years of education, obviously. She was very oblivious. She didn't understand what the point of showing that was. Her story was that she asked him to cut up some chiffarobe for him, and when he was done she went inside to get him a nickle for his work, but he attacked and than raped her. Her father came in after he hand ran away and said "who'd done it?" Over and over. I saw confusion in Atticus' face, and I didn't realize why until I remembered that Bob Ewell said he saw the rape happening. If he saw it, he'd knew who had done it. Once Atticus pushed her for answers, she started crying again. She thought he was mocking her. I once again saw lack of education. She was not used to being called ma'm. I also noticed something strage, she kept giving stealthy.
Atticus's only person he called to the stand was Tom Robinson himself. His side of the story was completly different from everyone elses. He had often went past the gate because he felt sorry for her being alone. Mayella said she had a job for him inside so he came in. She pointed to some chiffarobe for him to bring down, and once he did she hugged him and began kissing him on his cheeks. He tried to leave but she would not let him. When Bob Ewell came home he was terrified so he ran away.
Harsh questions were asked to Tom, but there was no objection. He kept calling Tom 'boy.' Than, a lady came in and handed Atticus a note. He told me that his children were missing. Mr. Underwood announced that they were up on the balcony with the Reverend. Atticus had a talk with them, and the case went on. Even I was unsure what point of view was fraud.

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Journal 5: chapters 13-15 in the perspective of Aunt Alexandra.

When I saw the lovely two children, I gave them a kind smile. I glanced and saw Calpurnia though, which made my smile drop. They had approached the house already, and didn't know why I was here.
“Well, It's a nice surprise ain't it?” I asked.
“Yes.” They both mumbled. Without a ma'm at the end. How suspected of them – but that was why I was there, anyways.
I handed Calpurnia my bags and told her to put them in my room. I noticed the pensive looks on Scout's face.
“You do know why I'm here, don't you?” I pestered.
“Nome.” She replied.
“Your father thought that I should come live you you guys for a while to teach you how to act like ladies and gentlemen.” I smiled. The returned the favor, but not willingly. Atticus had raised them all wrong, and I was here to set them back on track.
Soon enough, I was joining things in Maycomb. I caught on quickly with the community, there weren't that many people. I seemed to fit in well enough. Everyone shared with me how lovely Jem and Scout were. That shocked me. They obviously hadn't really gotten to know them yet.
Later that night Scout was telling Atticus about her visit to First Purchase with Cal. I was upset with everything they did. I didn't know what to say, and when she asked if she could visit Cal's house I bursted out.
“Of course you can't.” She could not go to that filthy ladies house. I wouldn't let her step outside the house with her again.
“I wasn't talking to you!” She spat. Once Atticus had took her out of the room, I emerged from the couch. I told him in the nicest ways that he needed to get rid of her. She was doing no good to the family. I expect him to leave the room and immediately come out dragging that filthy thing- and toss her outside. But he didn't. He actually disagreed- something extremely unusual of him. He said she was a loyal member of the family. I acquired a lot of disappointments, but said nothing.
He left the room leaving me upset. I glanced to my right and saw Calpurnia shaking her head at me from the kitchen. So what? I didn't care. At dinner, I introduced Scout to her cousin Lily. She wasn't so excited to see her, in fact she seemed disturbed. She didn't even know who Lily was. A girl her age should know everyone in the family – especially since she was a Finch.
I extracted Atticus from the dining area and told him that he needed to have a talk with the kids after dinner if not now. He needed to tell them what it meant to be a Finch, and that they need to have more manners and behave better because right now they were acting horrible.
Soon, another child joined the family, his name was Dill. He was small child – I wonder if he was fed enough. Now he'd be. I wasn't so happy for him to be here, another child to influcence Scout negatively. But I would just have to treat the thing the same. He seemed to have manners, at the least.
Knocks on the door jerked me out of my thoughts. A voice on the other side of the door alerted me that it was Heck Tate, who I had met before.
A crowed came in, friends and family of Atticus. They talked and argued, and I felt left out because I didn't know a lot of them as well. But I eventually talked to a few people. They left, and another crowed came in with not so happy faces. They were screaming and arguing as Atticus tried to defend Tom Johnson. I wanted to join that mob, but my brother would kick me out of the house for sure, and I cared about teaching the children to much.
I didn't pay much attention, and they finally left. It had been a long day. Atticus locked the door shut and let out a sigh. I couldn't understand how he had indulgence and faith in himself.

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Journal #4- Chapters 10-12 from the perspective of Atticus
I knew before it was mentioned that when Scout and Jem returned to school that there would be a lot of trash talk about me and the case. I knew that Scout would have a urge to fight even more now, but I had convinced her stop fighting. Although I could see that Francis was an exception. They would always be cantankerous.
I knew before it was mentioned that when Scout and Jem returned to school that there would be a lot of trash talk about me and the case. I knew that Scout would have a urge to fight even more now, but I had convinced her stop fighting. Although I could see that Francis was an exception.
Later that day, I got a call from Calpurnia. She told me that a mad dog was coming down the street, and it sounded absurd to me. Not in this time of there year – there couldn't be. But she was fretting, and I could tell that she wouldn't lie. I came quickly, and she was right. Heck Tate was there already, which I was greatfu for. We watched the dog as it stopped in different areas of the street. It stopped in the middle and started to twitch violently. Heck was to afraid to shoot the dog.
“This is a one shot job.” He said. I told him I hadn't shot a gun in years. But instead of shotting the dog himself which I'd hope, he told me he'd be 'might comfortable' if I shot the dog myself.
If that was the way it was, so be it. I was a little shaky, and my glasses fell of my face. I focused on the dog and I pulled the trigger. I had to be very pensive in order to hit the dog – which I did. A little to the right, of course. The poor thing didn't know what hit him. I noticed Calpurnia trying to keep Jem and Scout from seeing me, but they were peeping underneath her arms. Scout was obviously surprised, she probably thought her dad couldn't do nothing. But that sure wasn't true.
I told Jem and Scout later that day that I didn't take pride in my talent and anyone in the right mind would not. She disagreed, and wanted to tell everyone at school that I was the best shooter in town. I heard Jem tell scout she couldn't because he was a gentleman like he was.
A few days later, I sent Jem and Scout in town because Jem wanted to by Scout a baton for 17 cents. I thought this was very kind of him. When I came home that day I noticed Ms. Dubose's yard all destroyed. I saw a baton and I knew it was Jem. I extracted the baton and some flowers from the garden and went home, upset.
“Why'd you do it?” I asked him as soon as I walked in the door. Ms. Dubose had called me harsh words and it made Jem lose his temper. I told him it was no excuse and I sent him over to her house to have a talk. Scout tried to leave the room but I brought her back in. We had another long talk about why I had to pull through with the case. I told her I had to do it because I knew it was right, and that if I didn't follow through I would not feel comfortable praying to God knowing I had gone against my own moral.
Jem came back and told us what Ms. Dubose said. Before he started I could tell he wasn't happy by the way he emerged from the door. She wanted him to read to her for two hours everyday for a month. He was miserable and he didn't want to do it. But I told him he had to.
When I came back the next day he told me he wasn't afraid of her, but Scout was. I told Scout she had no reason to go with Jem unless she wanted to. She said that she wanted too. I could tell it was only because she was afraid for Jem's safety, as if he was in peril.
After the month was over they continued another week because Ms. Dubose asked and expected them too. I was glad how maturely that took it. Scout was still tagging along as well, and I'm sure Jem liked some company. I went over once and I told Ms. Dubose what time it was. Her alarm clock was set to go off at 5:00. It was than Scout realized that the alarm clock was their time to leave, and that was all Ms. Dubose cared about. She was waiting for the ring.
Ms. Dubose was very sick. She was pale, weary eyed and her mouth was constantly wet. She seemed miserable. But she was fairly kind to me, which surprised Scout because of how rudely she talked to me. A couple days after the kids were forever excused from reading to her, Ms. Dubose passed away. I talked to the kids about why she was so rude, and it had to do with her morphine addiction that was subscribed as a pain killer. I gave Jem a box that she had left for him, and inside contained a perfect snow top camellia. He threw it on the ground and yelled at her to leave him a lone. I told him it was her way of saying everything was okay. She was a nice lady.
The Summer quickly approached. Dill was unable to come because he had a new father. Jem was starting to grow up, a little quickly but I can't stop it. Scout spent more time in the kitchen with Calpurnia and they became very close.
Sooner than I wanted, I had to leave the kids out of town. Calpurnia would take care of them, and I expected Aunt Alexandra to come soon. Why, the kids didn't know – but I couldn't find the right time to them. They'd be in for a nice surprise.

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Journal #3- Chapters 7-8 from the perspective of Uncle Jack
It took me just a short period of time to pack up for Maycomb. I had a list that stayed the same for years, I brought the same things each time. I was excited to see Scout and Jem like always, and each year they'd seem to have grown so much more than before. I could only hope they were to be please at my arrival as well. I suspected them to be, as they always seemed. Scout had been getting in trouble lately and I wondered if that had died down at all. I knew Miss Maudie would look as beautiful as each year before, and of course she'd ignore me as I yelled to her to marry me. I loved her sun hat, the way it glistened in the sun. I supposed she didn't see me quiet the same, and even though I was mostly joking, I think she took me not at all serious.
Once I arrive to Maycomb, excited as ever – I waited as usual in Maycomb Junction. Sometimes I'd wait a very extensive amount of time, but mostly they were there fairly soon. I heard Jem call my name, and I soon saw the whole family approach with shimmering smiles. The waited for my two large bags to be placed down for me, and Atticus and I kissed each other on the cheek. This amused Scout and Jem, as they never saw any two men but us kiss. I decided because of that, their welcome greeting would not be as hearty as before. I simply shook Jem's hand and lifted Scout, but nowhere as high as usual. Because I had not lifted Jem, I could tell he felt somewhat isolated. Looking at Scout, I could tell she had some perplexity in why, but I ignored it.
“What are those packages?” Scout asked, passing her confusedness.
“None of your business.” I replied, and it wasn't. We started a conversation about Rose Alymer, my nice little cat. The kids were always fanatical about her. I always joked that she was the only women that I could stand for keeps – and it was true for the most part. I told the kids they were getting fat- and Scout surprised me with her response.
“Aw, that's a damn story.” She said casually. I gave her a shocked look and sent it over to Atticus. He told me she had been cussing often lately according to Cal. I was surprised Atticus wasn't already next to her and whipping her. I let it slide, hoping to not hear her foul language again.
At dinner, Scout asked me to pass the damn ham, and I willingly did but told her I needed talk to her afterwards. After dinner I told her that if she wanted to grow up to be a lady, which she did that she better stop using words like damn and hell. She didn't have much to say. I ignored that as well and we went to go decorate the tree.
The next day, Christmas day – we went to Finch's Landing. Jem and Scout didn't like going but the rest of us looked forward to it. I was to getting weary of the place but it was always nice to see Francis Hancock. He was quiet a character. Aunt Alexandra was rather perky as well. Finch's landing was beautiful though, it had 366 steps down a high bluff. Beyond the bluff there were streams and an old cotton landing that used to have working Negroes. They unloaded blocks of ice, flour, sugar, and farm equipment.
As the day went on I noticed, not for the first time that Scout and Francis didn't get along very well. I would just say they were acquainted with each other. They constantly argued, and I found Scout avoiding Francis all together. But I did see them argue once again about what they had gotten for Christmas. I reckoned they both thought they had received a better gift than each other. Suddenly, they broke loose. They started flying harsh words at each other and they began insulting each others family members. Aunt Alexandra came in and hushed them up, but I waited a while in case things heated up again. She yelled at Scout for saying hell, which she denied. I heard it clearly though. Obviously my talk with her made no difference.
As soon as Aunt Alexandra left, just as I expected they started up again. They started to argue and I saw Scout punch him right on his teeth. That was enough. I expected her to be more mature than that. I ran up and grabbed her arms and pinned them to her side. I yelled at her to stand still. This was to much. Aunt Alexandra got a hold of Francis. I wasn't there for the start so I demanded to know who started the argument. Francis blamed Grandma, and Scout agreed.
Scout broke out and started telling me that she hated me. Later that night after I had given her time, I went up to her room.
“Do you hate me?” I asked her. She said she didn't and she still loved me and entrusted me, but that I didn't understand children. Of course I did, I was once one. She said I wasn't fair and that I never got to hear her side of the story. She furthermore told me, and I began to understand. The little girl seemed to have taught me a lesson. I confronted Atticus, and apologized for romping on her. She was right, after all. Atticus chuckled. He never hurt her, threats would do. Atticus realized that Scout was watching – and he quickly told her to hurry off to bed. But both he and I hoped she had heard everything.

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Journal #2- Chapters 4-7 from the perspective of Jem
The school year ended a lot quicker than expected, both Scout and I could agree. Out of nowhere, Scout and I began finding things in a huge tree. I pushed her to take them, telling her they were probably put there for us. She thought otherwise, and said it was someones place to put private possessions. I was curious whose they could be though. She finally realized no one took them back, and somethings were obviously weird to be “precious,” like the gum we had found earlier. We started a habit of regularly checking the tree and taking whatever we found. I had a special place for them, and I had a feeling that Scout didn't trust me, but how could he younger one hold these items? They might mean something, anyway.
As the Summer went on, Dill came once again. Being older, neither Dill and I wanted to play the same games. We wanted more creative stories than the classics. We wanted to make some up. The topic of Boo Radley continued to come up that Summer, so Dill and I decided to play Boo Radley, a game where we'd take turns being Boo Radley and his father. This happened when we were pushing each other down a hill in a box, and Scout rolled into the Radley house. She got somewhat hurt, but that's when Dill and I came up with the idea. Scout thought it was a bad idea, but of course she wouldn't understand. She's always been changing lately, acting more like a girl. She was even becoming a litte tyranny. We'd tried to convince her to play but sense she was stubborn we basically stopped talking to her all together. She was fun, but not when she was holding Dill and I back from our game.
Dill and I continued to play the game and talking together without Scout all Summer. Besides during the game, we talked about Boo very often. We wanted him to come outside of his house desperately, to see what he looked like and if the stories were true. We were convinced they were as well as all the other kids in the neighborhood, we just had to prove it all to our parents. I came up with the idea to send Boo a letter, asking him to come outside and simply have a conversation with him. We just wanted to meet him, and how could he turn down two friendly kids? I attached the letter to a stick and tried to slide it into the shutter of the house. Scout saw us and threatened to tell on us, but I convinced her not too. Even though she didn't tell, Atticus did catch us. He told us to leave Boo alone. He thought we were tormenting him. The look on his face was very disappointed, and Dill and I decided not to try again.
Dill and I were getting very frustrated, we wanted to see Boo somehow, but if the rumors were true he'd might hurt us. I was sort of glad the letter didn't work out because he could of hurt us. We decided the only way to see him was to spy in the shutter window and see if he was there. I was more afraid of nothing than seeing him. If years of wonder had been wasted, I'd felt like I'd wasted so much time. Scout sees us as we're approaching the house and she got very upset, yelling at us. But even she was scared because she was still quiet sense we were by the Radley house. I knew she believed Boo was there as well. I told her to shut her mouth, and she kept her eye out and agreed to ring the dinner bell if someone started to walk past the house.
As I looked into the window, all I could see was dark curtains. Deep inside the house was a small light, but I wasn't even sure. I was extremely disappointed but Dill decided to look in another window- and of course Scout apposed. But she had nothing to do with it, and if she wanted to be a little girl she could whine to Atticus. I told her that, and she kept quiet. I was sure not just my tone of voice, but my evasion helped. When I looked into the other window I didn't even get a real look, I ducked down when I saw a shadow below me coming from the inside of the house. My heart was pounding and I could see worry in Dill's and Scout's eyes. The shower stopped very close to the window, than walked away. I was to terrified to look inside again so I dashed out as quickly as possible. My leg caught onto the gate as I was running out and my pants ripped. I had no time or thought to fix them so I took of my jeans and dashed back home.
Dill soon left, and the Summer was quickly over. School started again, and later that next night I decided to go back for my pants. They weren't cheap and I really liked them. Ripped or not, maybe Cal could fix them or something. Scout obviously fought back but I ignored her, there was no quibbling needed. I ran as fast as I could to the Radley house. I froze as soon as I saw them, folded up and sewed up. The stitches were messy, and I was shocked. The jeans looked malignat. I came back home faster than I left, and slept quickly.
There was suddenly items in the tree almost every day after school. We found grey twine, a pack of gum (which was delicious), a medal, a pocket watch, and the most scary thing – two soap carvings of Scout and I. Whoever was leaving us these gifts knew we were taking them, and didn't mind. Scout was scared of them more than I, but I didn't comfort her. She was acting like a baby about it. Scout and I decided to write a letter to whoever was leaving the gift. A letter of thanks, of course. This person was leaving us kind things and we decided that when he left us another he would get our letter, and perhaps write back. But I wasn't sure on that one. We ran to the house, to see that the tree hole was filled with concrete. Mr. Nathan said he filled it because the tree was sick. Scout asked Atticus about the tree, and he said it was extremely healthy. When he asked why'd she'd ask – he said Mr. Nathan knew more about trees, anyway.
Later than night on the porch I was crying and Scout didn't ask me why. I thought she wouldn't notice, but obviously she did when she saw me. My face probably showed. I slept deep that night.

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Journal #1- Chapters 1-3 from the perspective of Miss Caroline.


Moving to Maycomb, Alabama wasn't my intention. I'd been all over the country traveling, up until the Great Depression. I wasn't quit as foolish as everyone else, and I still had a bit of money. But not enough to go back home for a while. I tried to find a job which was much harder than normal, and was finally offered a job here in Maycomb, Alabama as a teacher. Not a place where I ever imagined ending up. But her I am, in this old town. I could have easily said no and found another job, but I decided to come out to Maycomb and persevere my childhood dream of teaching. Besides, I was indeed from the north part of Alabama. I suspected Maycomb to not be much different.
I decided to take quick walk around the neighborhood to familiarize myself. I saw a rather peculiar house, and started to slow down to get a better look once I had reached the other side. The house looked dreary and like it hadn't had feet walk upon it's crooked steps in years. Like new shoes eventually tired, the white color looked quiet the opposite of white, more of a gray. Three children where arguing by the house, and one started approaching the house. He threw open the gate and sprinted up to it, - I could tell he was a eccentric child. As soon as he got to the house he slammed his hand on it and quickly dashed back. From what I had seen, I could understand that this home was a home which was feared, and I could see why. As he reached the other two children they started running with him away from the house. I think I saw a movement in the window, but ever sense I could remember I'd seen silly things. I continued to take my stroll, and by the end there wasn't anything that interested me,except that weary house.
A week later was the first day of school. I had never taught first grade before, and I was sure that they would all be pleasant children, young and full of energy. I was confident to start the day to follow a hopefully good year. I had even put on my lucky crimson fingernail polish, which I assured myself would stay on the rest of the year with constant new coats. I was wearing a red and white striped dress and my red heels, and wearing colors made me even more excited for the new day.
The students were kind as I expected. I introduced myself, and began to read a story. I reached the end of my cat story, and walked to the blackboard and wrote the alphabet.
“Does anyone know what this is?” I asked, expecting confused faces. If anyone knew, they certifiably didn't know what it was for or could recite it. Surprisingly everyone nodded, and I than remembered they had mostly failed the grade. I called on a girl, Jean to ask her a question- but she instead began telling me the alphabet. This irked me, especially her horrible smile she had when she was done. Who had taught her?
“Now Jean, you tell your father to stop teaching you. It's interfering.” I said sharply, and she started to argue. She told me he father hadn't taught her. Her told me her brother said she was born reading.
“Let's not get our imagination carried away.” I said sternly, and told her to have a seat. She mumbled something, and I decided to let it slide. I smiled back to the class, and asked those who had brought lunches to show me. I reached a boy by the name of Walter, who had forgotten his lunch. I walked back to my desk and got him a quarter, but only received confused students and Walter's frozen face. Suddenly, that same silly girl stood up. She ranted on about how I'd learn about the indigenous families eventually, and how the Cunningham's didn't accept what they couldn't repay. I was furious from her pronouncements, she obviously thought she was smarter than I. I marched up to her, hoping I wasn't being an intimidation to any students. In no mood for a compromise, I smacked her hand and the class giggled. I put Jean in the corner and yelled at the class for their bad behavior. As the bell rang I melted into my seat. My confidence was gone.
After lunch, a horrid thing, a creature like thing had popped out of boy's hair. I shrieked and yelped as the boys handled it. He explained to me it was a cootie, and I didn't care what it was. After putting myself back together, the boy told me his name was Burris, and he didn't know how to spell it. I told him to go home and bath himself and return clean tomorrow. He refused, and a student stood up to tell me his families customs. Apparently, his family only goes to school the first day. I was concerned and pressed the case farther, but it somehow resulted into tears. He seemed satisfied by them, and he left.
My students crowded around me and told me he wasn't a good student anyway. I supposed they were right. They were a good bunch of students for the most part, it seemed. The pushed me to read another story, which I willingly did.

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