Seein’ the Real Monsters by Genevieve Fernandes
A couple weeks had passed since Jem had broken his arm, or rather, since Mr. Ewell had broken it for him. He had spent most of his days sleeping in his thin, white cot, surrounded by books, papers, pens and a few toys, courtesy of Atticus. In the beginning, Jem was restless and pleaded with Atticus to let him go outside, but Atticus was adamant that he stay in bed and entertain himself with what he had. Atticus reckoned that he needed more than two weeks to heal a broken bone.
However, Jem fought with him every chance he got, but Atticus’s answer remained the same: Jem was not allowed to leave the house. Every time they argued, I saw that it pained Atticus to fight with him. He maintained a soft …show more content…
Getting past her would be too easy.
“Alright, fine.”
We escaped through the back door and walked at a faster pace than usual, Jem being careful to mind his arm. As we were walking past the Radley place, Jem stopped at the front gate. Atticus had told him of how Boo had helped us escape Mr. Ewell and carried Jem back home, for which Jem was grateful.
“Jem, do you think he’ll come out again?”
“I hope so, I never even got to see him,” complained Jem as we resumed walking. “You know Scout, I realized somethin’ last night.”
“What’s that, Jem?”
“Boo Radley isn’t a monster, at least not the monster we was expectin’. We should go find the real monsters.” Jem said with an angry glare.
“I don’t wanna find monsters”
“Aw c’mon Scout, it’ll be fine. All we’re gonna do is go and pay the Ewells a visit.”
“The Ewells? Why? Are they monsters, Jem?”
“They’re the reason for an innocent man’s death, Scout. That’s called being a monster in my book.” Jem huffed as he readjusted his sling while we walked past the elementary …show more content…
Initially we followed the road, but as we neared their house, Jem suggested that we walk the rest of the way behind the trees situated across their land. Then we could get a better look and not be spotted.
As we gazed upon the Ewell’s land, I noticed something wrong with the image. Their property was unlike any of the descriptions that I had ever heard. There wasn’t any garbage covering the front yard nor were their Ewell children scattered about, scavenging through the filth.
In fact, fresh, green grass and beautiful flowers were growing around the property and a gentle creek was flowing a few feet away. Their roof was patched up and I saw Miss Mayella’s red geraniums in pots near the front door. As Jem and I took in this startling sight, we saw some of the Ewell children milling about. A few were digging up the earth with old, rusted garden hoes and others were throwing seeds into the overturned soil. In the corner, under the porch, the rest of the Ewell children were attempting to make something akin to a fence with the use of branches and chicken wire. With a shock, I realized that they were trying to start up a
A couple weeks had passed since Jem had broken his arm, or rather, since Mr. Ewell had broken it for him. He had spent most of his days sleeping in his thin, white cot, surrounded by books, papers, pens and a few toys, courtesy of Atticus. In the beginning, Jem was restless and pleaded with Atticus to let him go outside, but Atticus was adamant that he stay in bed and entertain himself with what he had. Atticus reckoned that he needed more than two weeks to heal a broken bone.
However, Jem fought with him every chance he got, but Atticus’s answer remained the same: Jem was not allowed to leave the house. Every time they argued, I saw that it pained Atticus to fight with him. He maintained a soft …show more content…
Getting past her would be too easy.
“Alright, fine.”
We escaped through the back door and walked at a faster pace than usual, Jem being careful to mind his arm. As we were walking past the Radley place, Jem stopped at the front gate. Atticus had told him of how Boo had helped us escape Mr. Ewell and carried Jem back home, for which Jem was grateful.
“Jem, do you think he’ll come out again?”
“I hope so, I never even got to see him,” complained Jem as we resumed walking. “You know Scout, I realized somethin’ last night.”
“What’s that, Jem?”
“Boo Radley isn’t a monster, at least not the monster we was expectin’. We should go find the real monsters.” Jem said with an angry glare.
“I don’t wanna find monsters”
“Aw c’mon Scout, it’ll be fine. All we’re gonna do is go and pay the Ewells a visit.”
“The Ewells? Why? Are they monsters, Jem?”
“They’re the reason for an innocent man’s death, Scout. That’s called being a monster in my book.” Jem huffed as he readjusted his sling while we walked past the elementary …show more content…
Initially we followed the road, but as we neared their house, Jem suggested that we walk the rest of the way behind the trees situated across their land. Then we could get a better look and not be spotted.
As we gazed upon the Ewell’s land, I noticed something wrong with the image. Their property was unlike any of the descriptions that I had ever heard. There wasn’t any garbage covering the front yard nor were their Ewell children scattered about, scavenging through the filth.
In fact, fresh, green grass and beautiful flowers were growing around the property and a gentle creek was flowing a few feet away. Their roof was patched up and I saw Miss Mayella’s red geraniums in pots near the front door. As Jem and I took in this startling sight, we saw some of the Ewell children milling about. A few were digging up the earth with old, rusted garden hoes and others were throwing seeds into the overturned soil. In the corner, under the porch, the rest of the Ewell children were attempting to make something akin to a fence with the use of branches and chicken wire. With a shock, I realized that they were trying to start up a