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To Kill A Mockingbird: A Short Story

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I can still remember the horror on my mom's face when she got the news, the loud stomps Atticus made as he ran away somberly, and the tears slowly dripping off my eyes as I laid on the floor. Although in that moment something flashed before my eyes, it was a picture of him,my uncle Baltazar. And at that moment time seemed to slow down almost frozen letting me take a strong look at the picture taken on my sixth birthday of him, my mother, my father, and I. suddenly the room is filled with noise from all around, breaking through the barriers of tears that had stopped dripping. I lifted myself up what seemed to be an endless stairway to take my mind off the topic and something happened again, this time as a voice, as soft feather falling to the earth from the heavens. And bringing memories to which I cried to and as the salty waves rush down my face I jump back to reality as a dead silence fills the house.
Stepping down the the ragy beat up old stairs I see everyone on their knees praying for some strange reason so I tried not to make a noise, not even a step later I am shushed and told to go outside. Closing the gigantic door behind me very featherly, I strolled around the 12 and a half acres of property we have, thinking while …show more content…

This time was a hard time, where I soon learned that not all things should be shared with even the closest of friends. The word spread like a virus in your body making more and more people aware of what had happened, and it was hard for my mother, since she is a very private person and only speaks of things, when she is ready to share. At this time she was grieving to the point of feeling as if she had died inside, since they have always been close, they were not only siblings, they have always been friends, and the only thing that was keeping together was her

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