FC: By: Blake Woods & Samantha Phillips | Scout Finch
1: Hi. My name is Scout Finch, and I am seven years old. I live in Maycomb County. I'm not too fond of school to say the least, and I never turn down a fight when a beating is deserved.
2: My brother, Jem, is four years my senior. (Lee) He loves football, and because he was too scrawny, he was the water boy. | Jem and I used to act out skits together over the summer with Dill. We don't really do skits anymore because Jem has found a new sense of authority over me.
3: Dill lives in Meridian with horrible parents that don't understand what he wants. He comes and visits Maycomb County every summer. Dill is my soon to be husband and he is very outgoing.
4: Atticus accepted the Tom Robinson's case because every lawyer gets one case like this in their lifetime. The trials seemed a little confusing to me and even more aggravating for Jem. I didn't quite understand some of the things that they talked about, but I sure acted like I did. I didn't like anyone to make me seem like a fool because I wasn't. Tom Robinson seemed like a free man to me and I didn't understand why they accused him of being guilty.
5: Boo Radley is a very peculiar person. He doesn't talk much and never comes out of his house. I was surprised he saved Jem and I from Bob Ewell, but I sort of expected it. Even when I knew little about Boo, I figured he would save Jem and I since we were pretty much his friends. He would give us gifts in a tree everyday after school.
6: Ms. Dubose was a mean old lady. She always interrogated Jem and I on our way into town because of the situation with the trial and our behavior. After Jem retaliated, he was forced to read to her everyday until the alarm clock rang for one month. I would tag along with Jem to make sure he was safe from Ms. Dubose. This was the last book we read to Ms. Dubose before the last alarm clock sounded.
7: One out of the many gifts given to Jem and I by Boo was an old pocket watch. Jem and I were devastated when Mr. Radley filled the hole in the tree that Boo put our gifts in with concrete.
8: I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks. (Lee pg. 259)