Post 7 - Chapters 26-28 - Jem

Journal #7
Chapters 26-29
Perspective: Jem

It was time for school again. Boring, boring school. I was now in the seventh grade and I was going to high school. It was pretty scary at first, but then it turns out that it’s not that bad. I hardly saw Scout now days because I was in a different building than her, but I only saw her during mealtimes. I wanted to be part of my schools football team, but they said that I was too young and to weak for now, so for now I’m the water boy. I was really committed to do my job and even sometimes I would come home later than I usually do.
One night during practice coach said that I could join the team next year if I gain 25 pounds. I was so happy that I went home, and laid down on my bed and started stuffing my face with bananas. Scout came inside my room and started talking to me about Ms. Gates and Hitler for no reason. I asked her what was wrong and Scout started talking to me about how Ms. Gates feels sorry for the Jews because they were being persecuted, but at the court case over the summer she didn’t like the blacks. Then I had a whole bunch of flashbacks. I remembered how excited I was when I thought we were going to win the case but we lost and my heart was broken. I never wanted to be reminded of that again and Scout brought it up. I exploded. I jumped off my bed, grabbed her by the collar and shook her. I told her to never bring up the court case again, and she left. I felt sorry afterwards for what I had done, but I was too tired to apologize.
Later that month we heard that someone tried to break into Judge Taylor’s house. We also heard that Bob Ewell was stalking Mrs. Robinson and Mr. Link Deas was said that he was going to press charges if he didn’t stop. We also heard that people were trying to mess with Ms. Tutti and Frutti and moved all of their furniture down to their cellar and allegedly they heard everything. Halloween was coming up and everyone pulls pranks on each other. There was going to be a Halloween festival at the school auditorium and there was going to be a pageant and Scout was going to be in it. She told us that she was playing a ham.
Halloween came along and it turned out that Atticus couldn’t go to Scouts performance. Neither could Aunt Alexandra. I felt sorry for Scout but I didn’t want to go either. I didn’t want my friends to see me with Scout, plus I was too old for Halloween anyways. Just so Atticus and Aunt Alexandra could see Scout perform, Scout preformed her part right in the living room. Atticus made me go with Scout to the Halloween Festival. I didn’t want to at all, but I did it for Scout.
On our way to the school Scout tripped on a tree root and I accidentally dropped her costume trying to help her up. Cecil Jacobs scared us on our way to the school and he said that he would show Scout where to put her costume and they would go off and have fun at the festival. I thought that was a great idea because then Scout would be with Cecil and I was able to hang out with my friends. The pageant began and Scout missed her cue and “supposedly” ruined the pageant. I felt sorry for her because she embarrassed herself so I consented to wait with her backstage until the audience left. When almost everyone was gone we began to leave. We were walking back to the house when Scout told me that she left her shoes backstage. That was an inconvenience I heard something unusual and out of the ordinary. I told Scout to stop walking for a moment and she looked at me with an odd face. I turned around and I couldn’t see anything. I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me but then I heard it again, and if sounded like footsteps. I told Scout to stop walking again and she looked at me like I was doing an assessment or something. But every time we stopped the footsteps stopped. We thought it was Cecil Jacobs again but it wasn’t. It was crazy and I was starting to get scared then suddenly the footsteps weren’t walking anymore, they were running. “Scout, run!” I shouted and she fell down again and I helped her up something attacked me and started to hit me. I started punching any surface I could find and the thing hit me. I got furious and started hitting even harder. I discovered that that thing was a person and he or she grabbed my arm and snapped it. I yelled so loud and I couldn’t do anything else and the person hit my head and next thing I knew was that I was unconscious…