Journal # 7: Chapters: 25-28 [Perspective: Jem]
I was finally in the seventh grade. I was trying try out for football, but they were not consented. They thought I was too skinny. I don’t blame em’ I am a bit too skinny. Scout and I kept passin’ the Radley house. We always knew that Boo was inside, but of course he’d never wanta come out.
Scout always says hello to Mr. Radley. He always looks stressed or upset. We been seein’ less of him.
I can’t believe Scout. All that junk about Hitler. She reminded me of that courthouse, it made me so upset. It was one of the biggest inconveniences of all to me, it made me so angry. I was tryin’ to forget all that courthouse junk, it was like an assessment for me to forget though. It was so difficult to forget it ‘cause of Scout most of the time. Also finding out that Tom was dead, that was pretty hard to hear.
I finally calmed down. It didn’t take very long for me, I just needed to relax a bit. The only odd thing that happened was Mr. Ewell threatin’ Helen Robinson. I couldn’t believe him. He’s spittin’ on Atticus, now threatin’ poor Helen. That Bob Ewell really needs to calm down. Mr. Link was extremely upset. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Link allegedly accused Mr. Ewell. That Mr. Ewell drives people insane! Especially Atticus, he been botherin’ him.
I just want him to leave us alone. He’s basically persecuted us. He already won the case; I mean just leave us alone!
Then all of a sudden, it feels like time had sped up. We’re at the play, and Scout is ham for it. We’re on our way home, and we get attacked. It happened so fast, I don’t even know what happened.
We’re slowly walkin’ home, then it feels like we’ve been shattered. All I remember was being hit. I was knocked unconscious. I couldn’t put my mind on it. I had no idea who it was. It drove me insane. It drove me to many levels of insanity. My mind felt like it was ending, go dramatically into a black hole, it felt like. I could picture Bob Ewell hitting me in the back of the head. Yet, I can picture anyone doing that. Mostly him.
As I was knocked out, I could still hear voices. I could hear Atticus’s voice as well Scout’s. I could hear Aunt Alexandra’s crying whiny voice in the background. I felt frozen. I couldn’t move a mussel. I was on the bed, still. Heck Tate was inside my house. I heard his voice and footsteps. I could shift to hear what they were talking about.
I could hear Scout’s poor little trembling voice. Oh, how I wanted to wake and tell her everything was going to be fine. Depression sunk in me. I became sad at the fact that I wasn’t there for my dear sister. I was terrified for her.
I was still frozen on my bed. I didn’t know what was going on. I was totally lost in my head. I wish I could be there for her, even though in ways, I am. I feel lost inside of my self. I then heard Heck Tate asking Scout many many questions. I felt bad for Scout, she still seemed scared.
