To Kill A Mockingbird Alternate Ending

“Atticus says cheatin‘ a colored man is ten times worse than cheatin’ a white man,” I muttered. “Says it’s the worst thing you can do.” Mr. Raymond said, “I don’t reckon it’s—Miss Jean Louise, you don’t know your pa’s not a run-of-the-mill man, it’ll take a few years for that to sink in—you haven’t seen enough of the world yet. You haven’t even seen this town, but all you gotta do is step back inside the courthouse.” Which reminded me that we were missing nearly all of Mr. Gilmer’s crossexamination

As soon as I woke up, I got out of bed and ran to Jem’s room to see if he had woken yet. I entered to see Atticus asleep with the book he was reading last night in his lap and Jem was awake, sitting up in his bed. “Jem!” I exclaimed, and ran over to hug him, completely ignoring the fact that Atticus was still asleep. “Hey, Scout,” he replied slowly reaching out to hug me with only one arm. I felt much more relieved seeing him awake. Last night, I kept going back to the thought that he could be

Walter Cunningham’s freckled face flushed radish red as he saw us. "Good afternoon Walter, is your father in the house?" Atticus asked. "Ahh yessir, Mr. Finch,” Walter murmured, “he's out yonder in the kitchen.” "Scout stay here will you while I talk to Mr. Cunningham," ordered Atticus. Walter looked completely different from usual. His shoes were torn, his overalls were soaked in sweat and dirt was muddled in his dishevelled hair. He’d been digging up potatoes with an old potato plough with a

Prologue Eveline watched her team members run out one by one and die shot by shot. If they thought killing James was easy they were idiots. He single handedly controlled Chicago for four months without MPC knowing. He swiped and killed innocent mortals without notice for four months, and these Scouts were trying to take him head on. This was why Eveline worked on her own, partners were useless. The bodies piled up were good Scouts, MPC would only send the best for James. But if she managed to fit

I lifted my first forkful of, well, whatever this meat is, and carefully placed it in my mouth. My eyes eased shut in amazement as the perfectly cooked square of pure happiness collided with my tongue. Never in my life have I tasted something so magnificent; so – satisfying. My eyes snapped open and I shoveled more of the gourmet meal into my mouth. Potatoes, corn, beans, and my favorite: a warm biscuit topped with melted butter. This meal reminded me of the good ol' days. Back when we had it all

Atticus rested until the sun was in the sky to begin walking again. Once he got to the city things weren’t what he expected. People were out doing everyday activities like shopping and going on walks. There weren’t monsters running about or guards in front of the most important buildings. Atticus just stared and looked at everything taking it all in. He then promptly walked in the direction of Annabelle's home. The house was nicer than most. It looked like it was about three stories high and was

“What did I say about shaking me?” The two stared at each other for a moment before laughing it off. Kairi stopped and sent Tsuna a serious look. “I meant what I said. This tickle spot is a no-touch zone.” “Yeah, yeah” was Tsuna’s only reply before he continued to munch on the strawberry pocky his mother had given them early on. “So what is this great idea of yours?” “Let’s go exploring.” “But we already explored the whole house.” This part was true to the word. It was Kairi’s idea to ‘get to

Which would set Kid off in a wailing despair of desperation to find the offending toilet paper and correct it. Liz would simply paint her nails calmly knowing her statement was not true and Patty would chuckle watching after kid in astonishment still getting used to this quirk of his. The duel finally came to a truce (sort of) when Liz spoke to him in regards to the incident. "Look it's not a big deal alright. It's not like you failed. You passed. So stop acting like a child and get over yourself

and changed the course of history for years to come. It has even influenced and inspired literary work such as Tom Robinson’s case in Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird. The similarities between the Scottsboro case and Tom Robinson’s case heavily outweigh the differences. Thus it can be concluded that without the Scottsboro case To Kill a Mockingbird would not have the storyline readers know today. The Scottsboro trials began on March 25, 1931 in the town of Scottsboro, AL. The case consisted of

Discrimination and perspective are ideas thoroughly developed in Harper Lee’s “To Kill a Mockingbird” through the use of language techniques, particularly the use of symbolism and descriptive language. Lee explores the nature of society itself and unflinchingly exposes the rampant institutionalised and societal racism prevalent the 1930’s American South. The fact that the novel was written during the 1950’s civil rights movement is significant. Lee warns the reader of the poisonous nature of unchecked