Chapters 20-24 in the perspective of Atticus

I quietly and respectfully sat through Mr. Gilmer's final statements to the jury and listened to the evidence he gave. I did not want to become overconfident but I believed that my evidence was much more convincing. I told myself not to get my hopes off based on the fact of who was in the jury.
"Court dismissed until the jury decides it's verdict," announced Judge Taylor.
I turned around and noticed that the seats were being emptied and people were flowing out of the door. I kept watch on Jem and Scout because I did not want to let them out of my sight again. I saw that they walked out of the court house with Calpurnia and was sure that they would be back as soon as they could.
"You did a good job, Atticus," I turned back around and saw that it was Mr. Gilmer who had made the nice comment.
"Well, thank you, so did you," I replied.
"What do you honestly think that the jury will decide?"
"You already know the answer to that. But I'd rather not speak of the future at the moment," I ended the conversation and reviewed my notes to pass the time until the jury was finished deciding. Around an hour later Judge Taylor was informed that the jury had came to a decision. The bell was rang to let everyone know to come inside and the seats were filled quickly. I noticed that Jem and Scout had entered the room and the court was called to order.

Chapter's 16-19 in the perspective of Bob Ewell

I took my seat facing Judge Taylor and could see Mayella quivering in her seat. I turned around and saw that people were already crowding the seats and the Negroes were standin' on the balcony.
"Mr. Ewell, you do remember the arrangement of the story right?" Mr. Gilmer whispered to me.
"Well, yeah, just about."
Mr. Gilmer nodded in approval as Judge Taylor called the court to order. Heck went up to the stand first and was asked what had happened that day on November 21st. Heck seemed to help our side of the story well enough. Next up to the stand was me to be asked questions by Mr. Finch. Mr. Finch asked me what I had been doing on November 21st and I answered with a story that seemed to go along extremely well with Heck's. The smirk look on Atticus's face made me wonder if he had caught something but I told myself not to worry and paid attention to his questions.
“Just one more question if I may, Mr. Ewell?” Atticus paused as if waiting for approval and I nodded in acknowledgement.
“Can you read and write?”
“Well of course I can,” I answered.
“Would you write your name for me, please?” His taunting politeness was getting to me. He handed me a blank envelope and a fountain pen and told me to write legibly, which I took to offense. I took my time writin' and peeked up at Atticus only to see that he was intrigued in the way I was writing.
“Well, what's so interestin'?” I asked.
“I've noticed you write with your left hand,” Atticus pointed out. He seemed to have made a point to the judge but I was red in the face with humility 'cause I didn't know what me writing with my left hand meant. Mayella seemed to be thinkin' the same thing.
“Are you ambidextrous then, Mr. Ewell?” Mr Gilmer asked. Who was he to think that I couldn't use my right hand, how dare he.
“I most certainly am not!” I declared.

Chapter 13-15 in the perspective of Dill

Once all of the lights were out in the house I walked to the living room and searched for my mothers purse. I found it and tried to count out thirteen dollars in the dark. I grabbed my coat and headed for the door. I closed the door as quietly as I could to help not to make my dad come see what was happenin'. It was a long walk to the train station but I ended up catching the nine o'clock train to Maycomb from Meridian. The train ride seemed to take forever but when I finally arrived at Maycomb Junction, I found out from the conductor that Maycomb was around fifteen miles away. I walked and walked until my feet were sore along the highway until I spotted a cotton wagon and rode on the back of it until I reached the small town.

I jumped off of the cotton wagon when it stopped for a rest a few streets over from the Finch home. I knew my way around, even in the dark, Maycomb. I noticed that the lights were off in the house but wasn't sure if there was anyone home or not so I snuck around to the back entrance of the house and quickly open the door. The door to Scout and Jem's room was open and no one was inside yet. I heard talking in the front room of the house so I cautiously hid under Scout's bed. I tried to keep quiet as I heard two people enter the room. Jem and Scout were quick to get into an argument because Jem tried to boss my fiancé around. Scout charged Jem and the two got into a fist fight.

"Ain't so high and mighty now," Scout teased Jem as she punched him in the stomach.
Jem countered with a punch that landed Scout on the other side of the room. What had started as Jem and Scout punching each other ended up as Jem and Scout wrestling. After a couple of minutes Atticus walked into the room and intervened. After a good talkin' to, Jem and Scout went to bed.
"Jem, I think there is a snake under my bed,"
"Are you playin a joke on me Scout?" Jem asked.
Once Scout had convinced him she was truly afraid, Jem took a broom and swiped under the bed. The broom hit me in the face and Jem knew there was something under the bed. I decided to get out from under the bed since they would find me sooner or later.
Scout jumped in shock when I climbed out from under her bed and Jem nearly hit me with the broom again.
"Dill, what are you doing here?" Scout asked once she was passed her shock.
I explained my situation with my dad and how I ran away from home and that they were not to tell anyone that I was here.

Chapter's 10-12 in the perspective of Mrs Dubose

"Jessie, come here now!" I yelled.
"Comin' ma'am," she muttered as I heard her drop whatever she was doing and run to my aid.
"You help me outta bed so I can get to my chair outside," I demanded sternly. Without answering she helped me out of bed and I used her as a crutch to walk out to the porch.
"Now bring me some tea, Jessie,"
"Yes ma'am," Once she left I spotted the Finch children walkin' down my sidewalk. Their father was a disgrace to this town but these children showed his stupidity more than he.
"Where are you headed, playing hookey I suppose," I said loud enough to make myself heard. "Guess I'll have to call your principal, won't I?"Jem contradicted me, and to make sure that they were aware of my disapproval I insulted their father.
"Well, all your daddy is is a nigger lover!" I laughed at Jem's antagonized face and stared at little Jean Louise.
"What are you doin' in those overalls, girl? You'll never be a lady."Once I was sure I made my point clear, I called for Jessie to hurry with the tea and Jem and Scout went on their way to town. Finally, Jessie walked out to the porch with my tea and I spent around thirty minutes just sipping the tea on my porch. Afterwards, I went inside for a nap and told Jessie to wake me in a few hours.
When I woke from my rest, Jessie told me that something had just happened out in my garden. She helped me to the front porch and I stared in disgust at what had happened. Every single camellia was destroyed. Every bud had been sliced of of it's stem and in the grass by the mess, laid a broken baton. The perpetrators were not very inconspicuous in their act. I was absolutely sure it was Jem and Jean Louise Finch. First their father defends a disgusting Negro and now his children were out destroyin' private property. I was still furious when Mr. Atticus Finch strolled toward my yard. As he was about to tip his hat and mouth an inaudible 'Good day to you', I nearly jumped out of my chair and began to yell at Mr. Finch.
“Your disgraceful children did this! Look at what they did to my beautiful garden. You'll never learn how to properly raise children alone will you Atticus?” As I went on in my fury, Atticus walked into my front yard and acquired the broken baton.
“And you're sure it was my children, Mrs. Dubose?” He asked.
“Of course I know it was those filthy children. They were on their way to town an' talking about buyin' some toys.”
"Well, don't you worry ma'am I'll have a talk with them," He assured me.
"You'd better!"
He smiled at me and tiped his hat with the baton and a few camellia buds in his hand and was on his way.

Chapter's 8-9 in the perspective of Ms. Maudie

At the end of the year, the seasons switched. One morning I woke up during autumn and slushy snow covered the ground. Mr. Avery seemed to convince all of the neighborhood children that the reason the seasons were unusual was because of something inscribed in the Rosetta Stone. That same winter, Mrs. Radley passed away from natural causes. I went to visit the Radley home, along with many other neighbors, to send my love to the family and my goodbye to Mrs. Radley. Nathan Radley thanked me for coming and entrusted me with one of Mrs. Radley's necklaces. Afterwards, I walked back home in the watery snow and ate dinner. I sat with Mr. Avery and we discussed the weather and tried to keep from speaking of the recent tragic death. A day later, as I sat on my isolated rocking chair, Jem and Scout trecked to my front porch.
“Ms. Maudie, might you let us borrow some of your snow?” asked Jem.
“Well of course. Just use that basket over there.” I pointed near the end of the porch and Jem retrieved the basket.
I watched Jem and Scout roll mud ingenuously and cover it with snow in an attempt to make a snowman. Once they were almost finished, I went inside to make some warm tea. When I returned outside, I was shocked to see my sun hat and hedge-clipper being used as decor for the muddy snowman.
“Jem, you devil, bring me back my sun hat now!” I yelled in anger.
Atticus, being all too proud of Jem, strolled over to have a debate with me about Jem's actions.
That night, it was the coldest night in Maycomb for as long as I can remember living here. I secured a cloth over my plants to keep them warm. I also left a nice fire going for them in that room. Maybe around twelve thirty in the morning I was awakened by an extreme heat and a shriek from outside. I quickly realized that a fire was spreading through my home. I ran outside to find help and saw that there were a couple of neighbors outside, and a few had already called the fire department. In a matter of a few minutes most of the neighborhood had woken up to see what was going on and were trying to help by splashing buckets of water until the firefighters arrived.
Because of the freezing cold and snow, the firetrucks needed to be pushed by many men to my home across town. By the time it got there, Mr. Avery who was still in my home, had realized what was going on and was planning his escape.
“Mr. Avery, you're gonna have to hurry sir, the stairs are being destroyed!” people screamed, trying to coax him out of the burning house faster.
With his quick thinking, he climbed out of the window and slid down a pipe on the side of the house and fell in a flower bed. Tired children in the crowd, wandered around looking very perplexed as to what was going on. For a second I saw Jem and Scout quivering by the Radley house. I turned back to my house and noticed that the fire had nearly gone out but there was nothing left for the firefighters to save.
“Ms. Maudie, you can stay with me 'til this all clears up,” Stephanie Crawford offered.
“I'd love to, thank you very much Stephanie,” I agreed gratefully.
The next day, Jem and Scout told me how sorry they were for me losing my house.
“Well, I'm not all that said. I've always wanted a smaller house,” I admitted.
“Why?” The children seemed very puzzled at this.
“Because a smalled house always comes with a big yard which means more room for my flowers and room for my dream garden.”
They still did not seem to understand but they knew my passion for gardening and asked no more questions.

Chapter's 4-7 in the perspective of Jem

Once I got home from school I spotted Scout chewin' on somethin' that looked like gum. When I asked her where she got it she told me from a tree.
“Scout, you spit that out right now, ya hear!” I exclaimed, “I'll tell Calpurnia on you if you don't.”
I could tell that Scout would rather take an order from me than be tormented by Calpurnia, so she spit out that dirty chewing gum right away. I asked her what tree she'd found it on just out of curiosity and she told me that she'd been wandering over by the Radley's house. Didn't she know better than to do that? After scolding her we spoke of how summer was near which meant Dill would be comin' to Maycomb soon.
On the last day of school, me 'n Scout walked home and she pointed at the tree where she'd found the gum. Inside the knot of the tree, there was a small box that looked like somethin' you'd put a wedding ring in. Although we'd always evaded the Radley house, we greedily took the package and ran home to open it up. Inside we found a few polished coins. When I looked closely I saw that they were Indian heads from 1900 and 1906. Scout was too young to understand the importance of these old coins so I told her how valuable they were and that the person they belonged to would miss 'em. We ended up makin' a unanimous decision to keep them 'til school started up again and ask the kids at school then. Two days later Dill arrived with tales of his train ride and how he'd met his father.
“I also helped the engineer a bit today,” announced Dill proudly.
Scout scowled and claimed she didn't believe any of his tall tales.
“Hush, you two!” I exclaimed, clearly annoyed.
“Make us up a play to act, Jem,” Scout suggested.
“I'm tired of making up those,” I said.
Dill suddenly announced that he smelled death and Scout told him to hush. I teased them of being afraid of Hot Steams and when Dill asked what they were I explained. Scout opened her big mouth to get back at me for sayin' she was afraid and said I was terrified of the Hot Steams.
“How 'bout we roll in the tire?” Scout asked.
I reminded her I was too big to fit in the tire, 'sides I was mad at her for sayin' I was scared of Hot Steams.
“You can push,” Scout was so full of great ideas today.
I agreed and waited for her to get into the tire. Instead of lightly pushing the tire I used all of my strength to send my sister flying. I was still in a state of tyranny when Dill yelled at me to run and help her. My mind was snapped back into focus as I chased her, while screaming her name, down the road and into the Radley's front yard. It took her a while to get out of the tire and quickly run back to saftey but she was uninjured.
For days after that, Dill and I excluded Scout from our meetings in the treehouse because since she was a girl and the youngest, she was the most likely to tell of our plans. Dill 'n me decided that on Dill's last day in Maycomb for the summer, we would sneak into the Radley yard and try to get a peek at Boo Radley in his house. The day had finally come so when it came time to carry on with our plans, we told Scout and warned her to keep her mouth shut. With Dill and Scout by my side, I came up with a plan to lift Dill up to the window and see if he could see anything. Dill didn't see anythin' so we tried the back window but when we got there, there was a shadow of a man coming towards us. We quietly tried to make it back to the gate and I demanded for Scout and Dill to run to the fence by the school yard. On our way there, we were startled by a gun shot which made us decide to run home.
When all of the neighbors were gathered around the Radley house to see why they had heard a gun shot, we joined the crowd, as to not seem suspicious.
“Jem, son, where have you been and where are your pants?” Atticus asked me firmly.
“Uhhh...” I had no idea how to answer but Dill, being the wonderful liar, made up a story that convinced Atticus of why I had no pants on. In the middle of the night, I snuck out and retrieved my pants from the Radley yard. My heart was beating faster than ever as I returned to bed seeing that Scout was teetering on her bed nervously awaiting my return.

Chapters 1-3 in the perspective of Dill

“Dill, now where are you headed?”
“I'm going to the collard patch outside Aunt Rachel,” I said as I opened the back screen door and felt the humid air on my skin.
“Well be back inside for dinner,” she said and I nodded in acknowledgment to her pronouncement.
I sat cross legged in the patch in the back of Aunt Rachel's home. I was already missin' my friends back in Meridian but reminded myself it was only 'til school started up again. A few minutes past as I sat there, staring at the wired fence separating Aunt Rachel's collard patch and the neighbor's yard. Next thing I knew there was two unfamiliar faces staring at me through the fence.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey, yourself,” said a boy who I had learned was named Jem.
I told him my name but he didn't seem to agree that I fit my name perfectly fine 'cause I'm old enough to. His full name wasn't as flattering; Jeremy Atticus Finch, what a strange name. Jem and his little sister Scout were both indigenous to Maycomb in the sense that they were born and raised here. They were wondering why I was here all the sudden so I told 'em 'bout me winning five whole dollars for the Beautiful Child Contest and now my mom and I were going to spend summer here every year. We spent a while talking about ourselves and I told them the story of Dracula that I had seen in the theater.
I liked being with Jem and Scout, we'd always play games where we'd all be characters from a play and act out the story. We had acted out so many stories, none of us had anymore ideas. We sat down thinking of something to do. I looked down the street at the mysterious, malevolent looking home. On the outside it seemed as if the home was abandoned, the grass was uncut, paint peeling and lights off. I had heard of this house from Jem and Scout a bit, which only made me want to find out more about the house and the people inside of it. Jem stared at me as I wrapped my arm around the lightpole and leaned on it while watching the Radley home.
Scout and Jem explained the story of the Radley family. I didn't allow them to see that the stories intimidated me, especially since I would be living in a house very close to the Radley's until the end of summer. I wasn't so sure about Nathan Radley but he seemed very much like his father. I wondered how he was getting along with having to live with that monster, Boo Radley, alone. That night I decided there must be a way to see Boo. Although his story scared me, my eccentric curiosity overpowered fear. I figured that I could probably convince Jem to get Boo Radley out of the house.
In the morning, I was leaning against the lightpole when Jem and Scout came to speak to me.
“Why don't we try to make Boo come out of his house?” I asked them.
“You'll get yourself killed if you get near his house,” Jem warned.
I told him that I would make him a bet that he wouldn't be able to get passed the front gate of the Radley home. He looked at me as if I was insane and said that he wouldn't do it on account of being respectable. After three days of reminding Jem that he was a chiken, he finally made his decision to merely touch the Radely house. He stood nervously in front of the gate with Scout and me right behind him.
“Well, open it already,” I said after a minute.
He reached for the gate and it creaked open. He got ready to run as fast as he could and dashed to the front door and back to the gate with Scout and me panting behind him. Once we got out of the gate, out of the corner of my eye I could have sworn I saw the shutters quickly close. I spent the rest of my summer with Jem and Scout. When the time came to leave Maycomb County and head back Meridian I said my goodbyes to Jem, Scout and Aunt Rachel and left with my mother. The first day of school, I saw my friends that I had left for the summer but now I was missing Jem and Scout and couldn't wait until next summer to visit them once again.