Essay on A Continuation of To Kill a Mockingbird

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The day after my twelfth birthday, the money had almost completely burned a hole in my pocket. Scout and I started to town in the early afternoon to purchase a steam engine for me and a twirling baton for her. We took our normal path, right by Miss Dubose's house and unfortunately, she was out on the porch.

"Where are you going at this time of day?" she shouted. "Playing hooky, I suppose. I'll just call the principal and tell him!" She looked like the ugliest thing I had ever seen. Oh, did I ever hate her.

"Aw, it's Saturday, Mrs. Dubose," I said.

"It makes no difference," she screamed.

She went on and on about how Miss Maudie had told her that I had broke her scuppernong this morning and when my father found out
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" Your father's no better than the niggers and trash he works for."

I think for that second, my heart stopped. Scout nearly cut off the circulation in my hand. I let all the anger build up inside of me as I grabbed Scout and continued to town. She kept looking up at me with a confused, horrified look on her face. I kept on moving.

We got to town and I bought the steam engine I had been wanting. I did not really care, just tossed it in my pocket like a gum wrapper. We went by Elmore's for Scout's baton that she had been longing for. I could not think of anything. I was not mentally there. I don't think any part of me was there, except my body.

As we were passing Mrs. Dubose's empty porch and gate, I lost it. With as much force as I could I yanked Scout's baton from her and ran wildly up the wicked lady's steps into her yard forgetting everything I knew. There was not a thought in my mind about what Atticus had taught me about being a gentleman, or the kind of pistol Mrs. Dubose carried in her shawl.

I did not stop until I had cut the top off every sickeningly beautiful camellia bush the old hag owned. As the ground collected green buds and leaves, I bent and cracked Scout's baton in half on my knee. She was wailing after that, so like the mad man I was being I grabbed her by the hair and told her if she did not shut up I would pull it all out of her head. She did not cease, so I kicked her so she fell on her face. I helped

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