A/N - This is a story on what I thought Jem's POV would be for To Kill a Mockingbird. This is chapter 2 of To Kill a Mockingbird. I didn't write chapter 1 because it was mostly just back-story. I will rewrite the rest of the novel eventually, so subscribe!
Devils of the Dewey Decimals
When Dill left us to go back to Meridian, Scout got real moody. She acted like it was the worst thing ever to have Dill gone. I missed Dill too, but I've got other friends to play with. Honestly, I was sort of relived that Dill left because sometimes he can be downright annoying.
School started a couple weeks later. I liked school alright, but I was worried that Scout would do something to embarrass me in front of my friends. I didn't even want to walk Scout to school, but Atticus paid me two pennies, so I did. As we walked past the Radley place, I explained to Scout that she couldn't play with me at school the way she did at home. "School's different" I said, but I'm not sure if she understood. The rest of the time, Scout kept chattering about how excited she was to start school. It was a real grueling walk!
By recess, she had concluded that school was hell and her teacher was the devil. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and tell her to go play with the first graders. Instead I did what Atticus would have liked: I patiently explained that her teacher couldn't be that bad if she to work with children. Then I made up something about her teacher using the Dewy Decimal System which Scout believed. That girl would believe me if I told her the moon was made of cheese! She calmed down and went back to class the way she came: happy. Proud to have acted the way Atticus would have liked, I also went back into class happy, despite having missed a game of touch football my friends were playing.
Class was fairly interesting. My teacher was good. She was experienced with kids, but not strict like my teacher last year. I can't say I paid much attention to what she said 'cause there was some woman crying in the room next to mine. It was real distracting. I also sat next to one of the Ewell boys. I can't stand him. He was making faces at the teacher when she turned her back and grinning at the girls like he was the president of something. Needless to say, I was glad to go outside for lunch.
I would have been gladder if the first thing I saw when I came out wasn't my sister beating a boy half her size. But it was.
Alright. R and R please. I will happily accept constructive criticism and comments of all kinds. Flames will be used for roasting marshmallows. I'll try to PM everyone who reviews this story. I will try to update every week or so.