To Kill A Mocking Bird w/ Chapter 8 WW Words

“Scout is it true?” I asked, “Did she really die?”

“Yes it’s true, she died not so long ago, Atticus is in the house to see it for himself. I mean it was imminent that she would die, because she was really old.” Scout replied.

“Should we ask him if he saw, you know Boo?” I asked.

“I think so… but I don’t want to ask him, you ask him.” Scout said.

“No way Scout!” I replied, “There’s no way I’m asking Atticus, he thinks that I already stopped with the whole Boo Radley mystery, please you ask him.”

“Fine… I’ll wait until he gets back home.” Scout replied.

            I follow Scout back to the house, where we both wait for Atticus.

We see Atticus walking towards the kitchen; he sits down and starts reading a newspaper. “Okay Scout, go on now.” I said. Scout starts walking towards Atticus and asked, “Atticus, did you see Mr. Arthur?” I notice Scout tried to say it without interrogating him, she was also lionizing Atticus with those precious eyes of her. Atticus placed the newspaper on the table, he turned his said to Scout and said, “I did not.” And went back to his newspaper. I didn’t know if Atticus was lying, or if it was true, but I don’t want to ask him anything about it.

            Next morning I woke up and saw small white dots falling from the sky. I didn’t know what it was; I thought it was bits of the sky falling down. I ran downstairs completely frightened and yelled. “Atticus! The world is ending! Please you have to do something!” I said as I dragged him towards the window.

            “No it isn’t, its just snow Jem.” Atticus said. “It’s actually very bizarre, snow in Maycomb County.”

            I have never seen snow, it was so amazing, I ran outside with Scout and just admired.

            “Jem, don’t try one! It tastes like contaminated water!” Scout told me.

            “Hey Scout, I have an idea, lets build a snowman.” I said, “We’ll make it huge.” Scout and I conspired the idea of the snowman, and when it’s done, we’ll show it to Atticus.

            Scout and I started gathering snow from other neighbor’s front porches. Time elapsed by while we ran around the neighborhood gathering, but we finished in time. Scout and I decided that we would build the snowman like Mr. Avery, so we started shaping the snowman as best as we could. “It looks pretty nice doesn’t it?” Scout asked.

            “Yeah, but if it’s Mr. Avery we need 1 last touch.” I replied, I grabbed a piece of stove wood and stuck it right between his legs. We both laughed and called Atticus, “Atticus! Come out here!” We both yelled. Atticus came out of the house and looked at the snowman. “Wow, this is really good. Guys im really proud of you.” Atticus said as he gave a closer inspection at the snowman. “Uhh children, you better disguise that thing between his legs.”

            Scout and I ran to Mrs. Maudie’s front porch and took a hat, and a small skirt, and placed it on the snowman.

            “Jem Finch, you could’ve asked if you could borrow that clothes… wait what is that?” Miss Maudie yelled as she ran over to the snowman. Jem put the clothes on the snowman, disguising it’s wee wee. Mrs. Maudie started walking back to her house and yelled, “Give me my snowman after you finish that hermaphrodite!” Mrs. Maudie said.

            Scout and I went back in the house because it was getting dark. The next morning we went downstairs and Atticus told us that the dining room in Miss Maudie’s house was on fire. We both ran infront of the Radley Place. This was a whole calamity, snow, and then fire? Scout and I stared at everything that was happening. We were very meticulous since we were in front of the Radley’s house.  I look down and see a man placing a blanket on Scout, who was sitting in the snow. I stared at the person who had the blanket but he just assimilated with everyone besides Miss Maudie’s house. Atticus came over to us and asked, “Scout where did you get that blanket?”

            “Oh, I really don’t know.” Scout replied as she stood up. “Should I say anything?” I thought,  “Maybe it was Boo Radley?”

            Scout walked away and I told Atticus, “Atticus! I think that Boo Radley placed the blanket! He sneaked up on Scout, and placed it slowly and walked away.”

            “Jem” Atticus said, “Do not let this inspire you to go further glory.”

I thought about what he said all day long.

The Legend of the Sleepy Hollow

         The Legend of the Sleepy Hollow is a tremulous legend, which takes place in Sleepy Hollow, New York. It is about a affable teacher called Ichabod Crane which moved from Connecticut to New York, he is admired for his intelligence, he’s a sage.

        One of Ichabod’s students is called Katrina Van-Tassel, an 18 year old girl which is the most charming, prettiest girl in town, but not exactly the smartest, but her father Baltus Van Tassel has the best farm in the area, so her family is really rich, and in one second Ichabod falls in love with her. Ichabod starts going to her house, and doing things with her so he can marry her, he also starts talking to her father.

         Another man who fell in love with Katrina’s charm, and richness is Brom Bones, who is an irascible man which loves to pull pranks on people, and he’s really good horse back riding. Brom has been a challenge to other people who fall in love with Katrina. Brom now try’s to impel Ichabod from seeing Katrina by pulling pranks on him and humliating him.

        Ichabod got invited to a party on Katrina Van-Tassel’s house in a stormy night. Brom tells Ichabod about a man called the Headless Horseman which haunts people at night and he cuts others people heads to see if he can place it on his head, but Ichabod was not scared. For some reason Katrina left Ichabod, and Ichabod left the party lonely and heart broken. Ichabod gets on his horse and he starts walking home in a silent, creepy, interminable seeming rode.

        Ichabod could see a black horse and a man with no head, Ichabod thought that this was amiss, how come he doesn’t have a head? Maybe because of the fog he couldn’t see the head, but then the man got closer, it had a pumpkin on his lap, it was a beast, it was the Headless Horseman.

       Ichabod try’s to run away from the Headless Horseman so he could get home but he failed. The Headless Horseman and Ichabod end up infront of a church racing towards a bridge in which the legend says that the Headless Horseman should disappear. Ichabod runs towards the bridge but he notices that the Headless Horseman was not disappearing, but he was getting weaker. The Headless Horseman grabs his pumpkin and throws it to Ichabod.

         The next day the people of the town see the crushed pumpkin, Ichabod’s hat, and horse steps on the ground but there was no sign of Ichabod. Many people thought he went to the forest and became a recluse, or back to Connecticut, but some people thought the Headless Horseman had taken him.

Rough Trip

Day 9, Location: Atlantic Ocean

Today I’m working with the sailors of the mayflower trying to find the New World. We haven’t found anything yet, and each day someone is dying either from diseases, dehydration, or hunger. It’s imperative that we find the New World because we need food and clean water to survive. I have to say that I’m nervous and scared about if I will ever die on the boat, I really want to reach the New World.

            Columbus is a great man, he’s a man of short words, he is grumpy and he only talks if it’s to yell at us, or to ask us if we have seen land. If we tell him no, we didn’t find any land, he will have an angry disposition and he will yell at you. I think that Columbus tricked us to go on this trip because he said we were going to be Kings and Queens, we would be rich and wealthy, but it’s been 9 days and we’re in the middle of the Atlantic. I don’t have any diseases, but I’m really thirsty and hungry, I want to reach the New World. Columbus’s guile was horrible, he tricked us to go on this trip, I have a little hope but I hope we rich the New World soon.

            Overall I think we’re doing okay, I hope that no one else dies and we find the new world soo n. I don’t think we can stay here any longer; people are having home sickness, diseases, and dying of hunger. We are struggling to survive, but I’m not sure if I’ll make it until tomorrow. I want to eat but we are almost out of food and I have to leave some for the other sailors. All of this was spontaneous, Columbus told us that we would reach the New World and we would all be okay, but we are dying, I think that Columbus is a foolish liar, but I still believe a little bit that the New World exist. Either if it exists or it doesn’t, I want to reach land as soon as possible.

Just an Eye

I’m taking care of a old man who has an evil, hunting blue eye that bothers me, since I work for him. I’ve gone to his room at midnight for the past 7 days to see if he evil hunting eye was open or if he was asleep.  Every night I open the door gingerly to see if he was awake. Today, the eighth day I step in the room again and I see that the old man had his eyes open and he was awake. “Who’s there?” the old man cried, and he said it once more with a grimace expression on his face. I stayed still without moving a single muscle. I was scared, I felt nervous, my mouth dehydrated and my throat started to itch. I check my inventory, its all there to help me kill the old man.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I ran to the old man grabbed the mattress in a cursory manner, and I clad him with his bed really hard against him, he made some screaming noises, but after a while he was dead. I went to a room, chamber under the old man’s house to hide the body somewhere around. I grabbed a lantern and I electrified it with some cables to see the room better because it was pitch black. Looking at the old man’s corpse made me feel gruesome.  I tear 3 planks from the floor and I place the old man carefully on the floor. There is no blood, or any proof that the old man is done, I did this very precisely, and police couldn’t corroborate that the old man was dead.

I climbed up the stairs and sat on the living room and then the doorbell rang. I opened the door and two cops showed up. I knew that the neighbors had called them. I take them to the chamber as I showed them all around the house and I give them two chairs so they can sit down and I pull up a chair for me in the exact same place as I hid the body. I told them the old man was out of the country and then they went to the other room to talk about what had happened. The police couldn’t surmise the murder because there was no evidence. I could swear I heard them simulating what I had said but in a childish manner. I endeavored to try to not feel guilty, but I couldn’t take it. I succumbed to my feeling and I blurted out to the cops everything that had happened. I derived great satisfaction after I told them. The spot in the floor where the old man had an abrasion so the police found the body easly and they took me to jail. My life was over; I’m going to rot in jail. But at least the old eye won’t bother any more.