I plopped myself on the schoolyard, rethinking what just erupted in Miss. Caroline's class. All those kids lookin' at me, Miss. Caroline's eyes out of her head, and Scout blabbin' my history away. Out of the corner of my eye I see Scout walkin' over with a slight smirk on her face, like she'd just won three bucks. Next thing I know my face is grounded in the dirt, and I really don't do nothin' to stop her. Only thing that comes to my mind is, Why me? Out of all the Cunningham's, I gotta sit here with my face being the new version of a shovel?
Next thing I know is my nose meets the crisp air and there is some screaming goin' on between Scout an' that older brother of hers.
"You're bigger'n he is," the brother said.
"He's as old as you, …show more content…
She then mentioned the lunch their family had planned for today. I knew that I probably should just return to the farm and see what I can sneakily pick out of the few things growin' there. It was quite the dilemma: goin' with the Finch's when I knew for certain that Scout dislikes me. I felt somethin' pushing me to go with the two, instead of standin' here like the pathetic boy I am, deciding if I want a real meal or not. Scout did mention they were havin' butterbeans... it's been so long since I even smelt the aroma of a butterbean. The two began walkin' down the cracked sidewalk, and suddenly my mouth opened and words spit out without my full approval.
"Hey, I'm comin'!" I yelled. I chased them down, now running on the tall grass so I can dodge the kids around me. I heard one boy speak of not bein' able to see his favorite baseball team this weekend. He was yappin' about how it was too much for his daddy to get tickets, and his mama wasn't even allowed to speak to the man selling 'em. Such a …show more content…
Finch says. I explained to him my situation in school, and why I never passed the first grade. For some reason it came to a shock for him.
"Really, Walter? Employment is that much of a struggle that you can barely go to school?"
"Well who would wanna work with Walter? I sure wouldn't," Scout interjects. I ignore her, and Mr. Finch gives Scout a look, while Jem kicks her leg underneath the round table.
"Yeah, no one really can get a job on the farm. My daddy is still strugglin' on keepin' his job. He is workin' extra hard, which is why I usually swing by to help out as much as I physically can. We gotta get as much money as we can get our hands on, y'know? With all this lack of disperse with money an' all."
"Heck I know, Walter. Well, I could help 'ya out a little, if you want. I don't have all the time in the world, but I have a tiny bit." I grab onto the metal hooks again, hoping to ease my nerves. Having Mr. Finch teach me would be nice, but I would have to pay him back even more than I already am. I couldn’t put my family through that. It'd be too selfish of me... plus his son already got me in his house, eatin' their food. I can't be tricked
Next thing I know is my nose meets the crisp air and there is some screaming goin' on between Scout an' that older brother of hers.
"You're bigger'n he is," the brother said.
"He's as old as you, …show more content…
She then mentioned the lunch their family had planned for today. I knew that I probably should just return to the farm and see what I can sneakily pick out of the few things growin' there. It was quite the dilemma: goin' with the Finch's when I knew for certain that Scout dislikes me. I felt somethin' pushing me to go with the two, instead of standin' here like the pathetic boy I am, deciding if I want a real meal or not. Scout did mention they were havin' butterbeans... it's been so long since I even smelt the aroma of a butterbean. The two began walkin' down the cracked sidewalk, and suddenly my mouth opened and words spit out without my full approval.
"Hey, I'm comin'!" I yelled. I chased them down, now running on the tall grass so I can dodge the kids around me. I heard one boy speak of not bein' able to see his favorite baseball team this weekend. He was yappin' about how it was too much for his daddy to get tickets, and his mama wasn't even allowed to speak to the man selling 'em. Such a …show more content…
Finch says. I explained to him my situation in school, and why I never passed the first grade. For some reason it came to a shock for him.
"Really, Walter? Employment is that much of a struggle that you can barely go to school?"
"Well who would wanna work with Walter? I sure wouldn't," Scout interjects. I ignore her, and Mr. Finch gives Scout a look, while Jem kicks her leg underneath the round table.
"Yeah, no one really can get a job on the farm. My daddy is still strugglin' on keepin' his job. He is workin' extra hard, which is why I usually swing by to help out as much as I physically can. We gotta get as much money as we can get our hands on, y'know? With all this lack of disperse with money an' all."
"Heck I know, Walter. Well, I could help 'ya out a little, if you want. I don't have all the time in the world, but I have a tiny bit." I grab onto the metal hooks again, hoping to ease my nerves. Having Mr. Finch teach me would be nice, but I would have to pay him back even more than I already am. I couldn’t put my family through that. It'd be too selfish of me... plus his son already got me in his house, eatin' their food. I can't be tricked