Coming home
The distinct scent of cigars and smoke burned my nostrils as I made my way along the crowded platform. People surrounded me with dirt-smeared faces as they walked quickly, eager to get home to their families… their perfect families. The station felt like home, I knew every twist and turn, crevasse and corner. I counted how many cracks there were on the weathered stones and waited for the clock to slowly tick to 3 O’clock.
My new father had dropped me off in a hurry, he was glad to get back to his orderly life without me ruining it. He was happy to get rid of my constant nagging: “Pease come play with me,”
“excuse me father, but why won’t you read to me like Atticus does?” My new father was a strange man; he sat by himself all day …show more content…
Thousands of eyes burn into the back of my head, like I am an act at a circus.
“Sir you’re right nasty to that man there, he was there first I think you, should move and give him his seat.”
“I should what?” the man’s his face reddened.
“Give him back his seat, Atticus Finch is my friend and he is a real good lawyer and he defended a Negro Tom Robinson. He had mean people talking to him like that. Tom was innocent, it was as clear as day, but he was still sent to jail and then he died and it was because of people like you.”
The man’s fists clenched and his jaw tightened.
“I will not give him back his seat,” the man said sternly.
“Then take mine,” I said determined looking at the Negro who had an expression of bewilderment.
Looking as if he about to explode, the man stormed towards me with thunderous footsteps. Ready to strike, his face was ember and his voice is deep and dark muttering quietly. As he approaches his tattered overalls drag along the ground menacingly. As he got closer I could smell the overwhelming sent of alcohol on his breath and I can almost taste the sweat that drips from his forehead, he was ready to take down his victim:
The distinct scent of cigars and smoke burned my nostrils as I made my way along the crowded platform. People surrounded me with dirt-smeared faces as they walked quickly, eager to get home to their families… their perfect families. The station felt like home, I knew every twist and turn, crevasse and corner. I counted how many cracks there were on the weathered stones and waited for the clock to slowly tick to 3 O’clock.
My new father had dropped me off in a hurry, he was glad to get back to his orderly life without me ruining it. He was happy to get rid of my constant nagging: “Pease come play with me,”
“excuse me father, but why won’t you read to me like Atticus does?” My new father was a strange man; he sat by himself all day …show more content…
Thousands of eyes burn into the back of my head, like I am an act at a circus.
“Sir you’re right nasty to that man there, he was there first I think you, should move and give him his seat.”
“I should what?” the man’s his face reddened.
“Give him back his seat, Atticus Finch is my friend and he is a real good lawyer and he defended a Negro Tom Robinson. He had mean people talking to him like that. Tom was innocent, it was as clear as day, but he was still sent to jail and then he died and it was because of people like you.”
The man’s fists clenched and his jaw tightened.
“I will not give him back his seat,” the man said sternly.
“Then take mine,” I said determined looking at the Negro who had an expression of bewilderment.
Looking as if he about to explode, the man stormed towards me with thunderous footsteps. Ready to strike, his face was ember and his voice is deep and dark muttering quietly. As he approaches his tattered overalls drag along the ground menacingly. As he got closer I could smell the overwhelming sent of alcohol on his breath and I can almost taste the sweat that drips from his forehead, he was ready to take down his victim: