So, I wanted more TKAM fics to read, but not many people are uploading, so I decided "I probably could…" thus, here I am. :) Now, I noticed quite a few errors in my last TKAM fic (not many, only around…4-6?), but they were only grammatical errors.
Anyway, I've been trying to work on country accents (I may be a bit Southern, but I speak w/ no accent, yet I DO use some northern AND southern slang…weird, right?), so look out for me. If you have any suggestions, I'd be glad to take them in. :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of Harper Lee's character OR To Kill a Mockingbird. It all belongs to (DUH) Harper Lee. :) Thanks for reading, though!
I didn't like the first day of school. It was going to be lengthy and tough…I hated it. Fourth Grade was not going to be fun, well, according to Jem it wasn't. I sighed as I chose a seat, which wasn't very hard because I was the first one there. We had some new teacher; Mrs. Everson. She was a curly-haired brunette with at least seven freckles on her cheeks and deep blue eyes. She had this sweet attitude, and wore a long, green dress with about three buttons below the floppy collar of it. She didn't stand a chance.
Next to enter the room were Walter Cunningham and Cecil Jacobs. They took their spots next to me, both of them grinning like maniacs. Now, I could understand Cecil Jacobs grinning so widely, but Walter was quite shy of grinning hugely. This made me a bit suspicious of what was going on. I arched an eyebrow at them as I rolled my hand, which was my signal for telling them to speak.
"New meat," Cecil snickered.
I looked at Mrs. Everson as she smiled away, writing words on her blackboard as the chalk lightly tapped it. I then looked between Cecil and Walter.
"Cecil Jacobs," I growled his name quietly, "you be nice to 'er! And you," I added as I turned to face Walter, "I didn't think you would do this to 'er, Walter! You of all people! Mrs. Everson's clearly a sensitive person."
Walter held his hands up in defense, "That ain't what we're talkin' 'bout, Scout."
"Liar," I judged quietly as Cecil settled a hand on my shoulder.
"Scout," he snapped. "He ain't lyin'!"
My mouth opened as my eyes widened whilst I turned toward Walter. "You ain't?"
"No'm!" he shook his head violently as he answered me. "It wasn't Mrs. Everson we was talkin' 'bout!"
"Who're ya'll talkin' 'bout, then?" I questioned.
"There's a new girl outside," Cecil stated. "We thought you'd get along with her kinda well."
I shrugged, "Maybe. Ya'll know anythin' 'bout her?"
"We know she's a girl," Cecil confirmed.
"Well," I began a sarcastic rant, "she just sounds like a sweetheart, don't she?"
Cecil gave me a blank stare for a moment before turning to the door. He looked a bit anxious. The suspense must have been killing him. I sniggered quietly to Walter, who smirked in return. She walked in on the balls of her feet, which were covered in flat Mary Janes. I looked up at her face, which was dotted with only a few freckles on her face. She had red-blonde hair, which was short and wavy. Her eyes were a piercing green; dark, too. Her dress, too, was green, but I brighter shade than her eyes; it was just a little below her knees. There was a white ribbon tied around the waist of it.
"That's her," Walter murmured.
"I heard this's her second year 'a fourth grade," Cecil informed me. "She's s'pposed to be a fifth grader."
I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head. I had learned last year that rumors were just silly little lies most of the time. Boo-er, Arthur Radley wasn't scary, honestly. He was quite nice! I mean, especially after saving my brother! I looked back at the girl. She looked nice, yet shy. The boys moved behind me silently, leaving a vacant desk for her. I looked at them fiercely. Walter gave a sheepish smile and shrug as Cecil just smirked at me, raising an eyebrow. I sighed and raised my hand up to her. She caught it and slowly moved toward me.
"I-Is that seat open?" she queried quietly.
"Yep," I smiled at her. "Feel free to sit down."
She beamed, taking the seat. I held out my hand to her, which she accepted and shook. "My name's Jean Louise Finch, but most folks call me Scout."
"I'm Eleanor Mildred Bellesen," she replied with a nice smile, "but a lot of people call me Nellie."
"Nice ta meet ya," I said politely, "how long've ya been in Maycomb?"
"I just moved here this summer," Nellie affirmed, "but it's also my second year in fourth grade. My father suggested that I retake it in case this class is more advanced than the one Topeka."
What d'ya know; Cecil Jacobs told the truth.
I arched a brow, "Topeka? That place in Kansas?"
"Yes," she nodded, "I lived there last year until my father decided to move here."
"Why in Sam Hill would 'e move here 'a all places?" I inquired before quickly adding. "No offense."
She giggled, "None taken. He said he'd like to be a doctor in a small town. He also lived here once; had a nice friend named…Atticus I believe."
I beamed, my eyes as wide as saucers. "My dad's name's Atticus!"
"Really," she replied, shocked. "We should ask them if they know each other! My dad's name is Clarence."
"I'll be sure to ask 'im," I assured her.
I accidentally knocked a book off my desk with all the gesticulating. I went down to pick it up, and saw that Nellie had some denim on her knees. I got back into my seat and smiled. Her cheeks turned just a tad bit pink, but it wasn't noticeable, really.
"Do ya wear overalls underneath yer dress?" I whispered almost inaudibly to her.
"Yes," she murmured. "Is that normal here?"
I shrugged and responded with, "I do it. No one 'cept my Aunt Alexandra really cares."
When the class filled in, we still spoke quietly with each other. Of course, Mrs. Everson had no problem with anyone speaking. The next day would probably be different, so, for then, we'd learn more about each other.
Sure, I was pretty upset about Dill going back home the next day, but I'd still write to him. At least I made a new friend the first day of school. Jem picked me up as soon as school let out. Once we got home, I ran into the house, found Atticus and hugged him. He laughed and set me on his lap.
"How was your day, Scout?" he inquired calmly.
"Great, actually," I beamed. "I made a new friend named Nellie. She said she just moved here and was wondering if you knew her father."
"What is his name," he asked, arching a brow.
"Clarence Bellesen," I replied.
Atticus's eyebrows hopped right up as he grinned. "Clarence Bellesen? I haven't seen him in the longest time. Why don't you ask Nellie if she and her father could come over tomorrow?"
"Yes sir," I smiled as I left him with a goodbye.
I rushed down the steps to see Dill, who was smiling away. I returned his expression, meeting him on the ground. As we waited for Jem, Dill decided to start up a conversation.
"How was school," he questioned.
"Pretty good, actually," I replied, stuffing my hands in my overall pockets. "I met a new friend. Her name's Nellie."
"That's great, Scout!" he grinned. "Too bad I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Yeah," I frowned, "I'll still be writin' ya, Dill. Will you write me?"
"Shoosh yeah!" he exclaimed just as Jem came outside.
"What're ya'll hollerin' 'bout?" Jem asked as he stepped down the stairs slowly.
"No time," I stated, grabbing him by the wrist. "We've gotta play as much as we can! Dill's leavin' tomorrow!"
Jem had homework for his first day, so he had to run home. Dill and I sat on the tire swing in the yard, just talking to each other. We'd laugh and joke, but there was a moment of silence. I sighed quietly, lying back over the hole of the tire. Dill chuckled and copied me. He slowly closed his hand over mine, which made me smile and exhale happily. He turned his head just a centimeter toward mine, keeping his eyes on the stars.
"Hey, Scout," he began.
"Hmm," I queried softly.
"You're still my fiancée, right?" he questioned worriedly.
I turned my head all the way to him, "What sorta question's that, Dill? 'Course I am!"
"Well," he stirred a bit as he replied with, "you're around those boys at yer school all nine months. Do any of 'em like ya that way?"
I looked up at the stars before I looked back at him. "No, I don't think so. Don't worry 'bout me, Dill. I don't like any of 'em that way, neither! 'Sides, you're my fiancée! Not them!"
He smiled once more, "That's true. I'll be writin' to you, Scout."
"Likewise," I confirmed.
"Dill!" Miss Rachel hollered for her nephew. "It's time to come in!"
"Looks like I'm leavin'," he sighed as we sat up. "I'll miss you 'n Jem."
"We'll miss you, too, Dill," I smiled sadly as I gave him a hug.
"Dill!" This time she droned his name out.
He gave me a peck on the cheek before he left for the gate. "Remember to write!"
"I will!" I hollered back as he left.
Once I made sure he got to Miss Rachel's porch step and inside, I went into my own home. I sat at the table with my brother, who was finishing up an essay. I rested my head in my palms, which caused him to look at me oddly. He let his pencil down and ruffled my brunette head. He doesn't usually do that sort of thing to me, but I guess he sensed how upset I was. I smiled a soft, little smile at him, which he returned.
"Ya gonna be ok, there?" he inquired. "It's only a few months. Dill'll be back soon. You can count on it."
Exhaling through my nose, I stated, "Boy, I sure hope so."
Jem and I walked to school the next day, me sulking the entire way. He sighed, hating the sight of a child upset. I don't know why he couldn't stand sad kids or sad girls, he just didn't like it. Atticus said it was because he was a boy, but I didn't get that at all. I hated when my best friend left. I stopped to kick a rock along the way and grunted. I had totally lost it.
"I hate this," I whined.
"Scout," Jem finally snapped, "I'm sick 'a you actin' like this. He'll come back soon! I promise."
"I know 'e will!" I hollered back. "But he left sounding like he didn't trust me!"
"Scout, in all honesty," he began as he grazed a hand through his hair, "he does. He's just gettin' older…'n worries."
It took me a moment before deciding if I carried on with whining, I'd get yelled at by him even more than he already had. He'd probably even smack my back. I sighed and got ahead of him, slinging the belt that held my books over my shoulder. He let it go and walked behind me. We passed the Radley place, where I stopped to wave at Arthur. In the window, I saw a figure wave back. Beaming, I scampered to school.
"Is that all it takes to make you happy?" I heard Jem mutter.
"More 'an likely!" I yelled.
As we went along the way, I was ended up being the first to class once again. Cecil Jacobs, Walter, and Little Chuck Little walked in together, taking their seats. Cecil came up to me, putting his hands down on my desk. I turned to face him silently. He just stared at me for a long time, looking at me funny. I raised a brow at him, waiting for him to speak. He didn't, though. Finally, I waved my hand in his face. He just kept staring! I stood up and copied his stance.
"What d'ya want?" I queried quite loudly.
"I told you that you'd get along swell with that girl," he smirked, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, ok, Cecil Jacobs was right fer once," I confirmed as I slowly descended into my seat.
Before I knew it, Nellie came into the room and sat next to me. Little Chuck Little came up to her and shot her a toothy grin. I rolled my eyes and shooed him away, saying "Get, Chuck! Get!" He pouted and walked away. Nellie smiled and thanked me, which I returned. I noticed she was in overalls, causing me to beam. About two other girls, Mary Cinders and Jamielee (we all pronounced it Jay-muh-lee) Zinctin, wore overalls on a daily basis, so it was nice to have another girl around with them.
We didn't have much time to talk, so I never got to telling her she could come over during the morning. Mrs. Everson walked in soon. A few kids tried giving her a hard time (mainly a new boy named Raymond Henries), whom she gave three strikes. Raymond was the first one out. She was sweet until you made her sour. He got sent to the corner, where he had to write "I will not disrupt or anger the teacher and my classmates." She said he could either do that or she could pull out the paddle. I smirked. Mrs. Everson didn't mind that I knew how to read and write, or the fact that I knew my math just from watching Jem. She was good in my book.
When recess started, Jem came over to Cecil, Walter, Nellie and I. He noticed I was smiling, so he smiled.
"Hey, guys," he greeted us before looking at Nellie. "'M sorry, I don't think I know you."
"Oh, I'm Eleanor Bellesen," she giggled as she extended her hand out to him, "but most folks call me Nellie."
"I'm Jeremy Finch," he introduced himself as he shook her out-stretched hand. "I get called Jem more off'en than not, though."
She breathed out "It's very nice to meet you."
"Likewise," he smiled politely. "Are ya new to Maycomb?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"She just moved her during the summer," I confirmed, "from Topeka, Kansas."
"Kansas, huh," he smirked, placing his hands on his hips. "We speak a bit southern down 'ere; think ya can handle it?"
"I have so far," she giggled out, pushing her hair back.
I could tell she enjoyed talking to Jem. She was the same way I was around Dill, except they were polite with each other. Cecil nudged Walter, who nudged me. I looked at both of them and saw Cecil drawing a heart with fingers. I rolled my eyes at him, smirked and shook my head. I had to agree, though; it was obvious that Nellie had at least a minute crush on Jem. He explained that he had to leave for a game of kickball he promised to play with his friends. We nodded and said goodbye to him quickly as he rushed away. Nellie turned to me on her heel.
"What grade's he in?" she inquired.
"Eighth," I replied with a smirk. "Why?"
"Just wondering," she snickered.
"Ya know," I spoke, "I asked Atticus if he knew a Clarence Bellesen, and we was wonderin' if the ya'll'd wanna come over after school."
She nodded vigorously, "Sure thing."
Jem was waiting for me outside. I hadn't told him Nellie would be joining us for dinner. When we walked out of class together, Jem got the picture, nodded, and we walked on. That was when I realized something: Maybe Dill would still be at Miss Rachel's place! Would Nellie mind if I left with Jem? Nah, she'd talk with him more than likely. I turned to Jem and asked if I could run ahead.
"Why in Sam Hill would ya do that?" he inquired, cocking a brow.
"Maybe Dill's still there!" I answered somewhat loudly. "I need ta see, Jem!"
He exhaled, pointed ahead, and confirmed, "Go on, Scout. You must 'a ended your talk wrong if you've been so irritated 'bout it all day."
"Thanks, Jem!" I hollered before dashing forward.
I heard Nellie question who Dill was, and Jem began to answer, but I was too hopeful to pay attention to what his reply was. I ran and ran and ran. Lucky for me, Dill was just then walking off of the porch. I squealed in delight as he reached the grass with his leather-bound book. I had no idea what he was writing about, but I didn't care at that moment. He saw me approach him, beamed, held his ground, and held his arms out to me. I slowed down quite a bit before running in to his arms. He gave me a huge hug before letting go and just grinning at me.
"I thought school took a longer walk than that!" he laughed.
"Not if ya run like yer 'scapin' Satan's grasp!" I responded with a snicker. "When're ya leavin'?"
He tugged his ticket from his pocket and glanced at it before looking back up. "I have ten minutes ta play with ya 'til I go home."
"Well, let's make it last," I smirked.
Jem and Nellie caught up with me faster than I thought. They were about a house or two away. Dill came to my ear and whispered "Since when does Jem have a girlfriend," which made me snicker until I almost choked myself. I explained that Nellie was my new friend at school and she more than likely had a tiny crush on Jem. He nodded his head, winked and waved at the two. They waved back and approached us.
"Hey Dill," Jem greeted, "I thought you'd be at the train station by now."
"I thought so, too," he shrugged. "'Pparently, Aunt Rachel got the wrong train time, so I've about ten minutes left."
"Make it last, then" he snickered. "By the way, this's Nellie."
"Hello," she waved at him.
"Hey," he waved back before holding my hand.
Nellie smirked at me, causing me to smirk back. We talked for quite a while until Dill had to leave. He almost got into Miss Rachel's car without his book. I gasped, picked it up and gave it to him quickly. He grinned at me, thanking me about twenty times, kissed me on the cheek, and got into the car. The entire time he drove away, I waved at him. Once they rounded the corner I sighed.
"Thanks, Jem," I smiled at my brother.
"Not a problem," he smirked.
"Ok, so, Nellie," I began, "do we need ta go ta yer house and get yer dad?"
"If ya'll don't mind it," she said quietly.
"It's nothin'," Jem waved his hand dismissively. "I'll just tell Atticus we're goin' to get him."
"Ok," Nellie replied. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Jem and I responded.
Mmk, so this is the end of chapter 1. :3 This should be a short multi-chaptered story, but I hope you like it.
NOW A QUESTION FOR YOU. I NEED YOUR OPINION.
Is Nellie a Mary-Sue or not? I can't tell. If I should tone her down a bit or take her up a notch, please tell me! 8D Thank you!
Q AND A
1: WILL THE CECIL/SCOUT COME UP SOON?
Don't worry; Cecil/Scout should come up any moment now. ;D
2: ARE THERE BOYS FIGHTS OR JEALOUSY IN THIS?
Ooo…Dill's gonna be JEALOUS. Yes, jealous 9-year-olds exist in this. XD Keep watch, it'll come up.
As for fights….more than likely. ;)
3: WHEN WILL YOU NEXT UPLOAD?
I have no idea, actually. It'll be this week or weekend, I assure you! 8D
4: WHAT'S WITH THE TITLE? IS IT A PARODY?
Oh, it's a parody alright. XD Ever heard of Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing? This is only a parody of the title. NOT THE BOOK. Mmk? No suing for me.
5: ARE WE ALLOWED TO SEND YOU ANY QUESTIONS WE HAVE THAT YOU WILL ANSWER IN YOUR AUTHOR'S NOTE?
Feel free! :3 I'd love to help and answer in any way I can. 8D