Setting: modern day Maycomb County

this is Scout when she's older, in Maycomb County, how i think it would be in modern times.

I can honestly say you've been on my mind
Since I woke up today, up today
I look at your photograph all the time
These memories come back to life
And I don't mind

I remember when we kissed
I still feel it on my lips
The time that you danced with me
With no music playing

But I remember those simple things
I remember 'til I cry
But the one thing I wish I'd forget
The memory I wanna forget
Is goodbye

I woke up this morning and played are song
And through my tears, I sang along

Maycomb County, probably the smallest, old-fashioned town in Alabama nowadays. I mean, most people don’t even know it exist. It’s a racist town, one that really needs to catch up with today. Modern technology isn’t just something this town has. We’re not poor, because some of the richest people in Alabama live here, but we’re old-fashioned. Normal girls wear dresses all the time, and they still don’t get dirty, have fun. To them, breaking a sweat is basically a sin.

My name’s Scout...well, it’s Jean Louise Finch, but everyone calls me Scout. It’s what my Momma called me, and, well, she passed away due to a heart attack. Everyone calls me that now.

Every girl, or anyone, for that matter, makes regrettable mistakes at least once in their life. You have something you want to take back, but you sometimes wonder if it would affect your entire future, your entire life.

My biggest mistake was giving my heart away, at just eight, to a guy who lives in a different state, in a place that’s definitely modernized. I mean, he can’t call, because that’s one of the many rules this town has that Atticus, my father, who’s the best lawyer in town, or anywhere near here, for that matter, follows. He doesn’t follow all of them, but he does follow some.

So, we can’t contact each other. He visits whenever he can, but some summers, he just can’t, leaving me two whole years without him. At eight, I was madly in love with him. Now, eight years later…man. I don’t even think words are good enough to describe this feeling.

His name is Charles Baker Harris, or Dill, as we call him, because his full name just doesn’t fit. He’s a few months older than me, but younger than my older brother, Jeremy Atticus Finch, or Jem, as we say. Jem’s four years older than me, and he goes to school at a community college in town, Alabama Southern Community College. He got there on a scholarship for academics. Jem’s smart.

Anyways, back to Dill. Over the years, when I’ve seen him, he’s really bloomed. When I saw him the summer of my sophomore year, last year and so far the best summer of my life, he looked...so, well, sexy. I mean, he goes from this small, quiet, shy looking kid—definitely not personality wise—to this perfect man who I’m not even close to deserving. I mean, I’m just this small town girl, and he lives in a decent sized town, where there are plenty of beautiful girls.

Sometimes, I wonder if it really was a mistake. I love Dill, with all my heart, but, if we hadn’t “gotten engaged” at seven, he would be with someone deserving of him, and there would be no need to suffer through the year without him. That’s what it was like now.

I can’t talk to Jem about this, because even though he lives at home, he doesn’t like to hear about mine and Dill’s growing relationship that right now is just filled with hopeful visits and some childhood. He’d prefer to just know we’re gonna be together soon and leave it at that.

Jem’s been worried about me, since I turned thirteen, for some reason. He said when I turned thirteen, he could see it starting to happen. Guys were starting to notice me, in ways they shouldn’t. My summer between my eighth and ninth grade year, one of the summers Dill wasn’t able to come, I really changed. I got taller, skinnier, on my stomach, and bigger in places girls are supposed to, too big for my taste. The next summer when Dill was there, he didn’t recognize me at first, just like I didn’t recognize him. We had both majorly changed.

Anyways, when Jem realized me and Dill were inseparable, and I would never be with anyone but him, even if he was with someone else, his worries vanished. Sure, he doesn’t like it too much, but he doesn’t worry about me getting hurt, because, like me, he knows Dill. He can tell Dill really cares about me and would never hurt me, although we haven’t even kissed and are just really good friends who are both in love with the other person. I mean, we both know the other person is just in love as us, but we’re too scared, I guess, to get something started with months and many miles between us.

He’s absolutely perfect.