Journal #1- Chapters 1-3

Sorry It's so late.
Dill
I was all alone, sitting in my Aunt Rachel's collard patch when I first met my two summer friends. As I was sitting there, thinking about what I was going to do in Maycomb Alabama for a whole summer I heard a noise at the fence. I looked up and saw a girl with short hair and freckles and a boy a bit taller then her.
"Hey" I said, excited to see some kids around my age.
"Hey yourself" they boy said. This boy's age and manor of speaking intimidated me just a little bit, but I knew that I would be needing some friends for the summer so I smiled and told him my name that I was so proud of. He told me his name was Jem and the girl was Scout. Then I told the both of them that I could read. Jem and Scout seemed to think that this couldn't be true, so I told them that I was goin' on seven years old. Back in my indigenous area called Meridian Mississippi everyone would question my age cus' I was so small, sometimes I wished I was just a little bit taller. Me and Jem and Scout talked about who we were and where we come from for a while and then Scout asked me about who my father was.
"You haven't said anything about him."
"I haven't got one"
This was something that I would always pronounce when I met new people. Everyone seemed to be confused by it but everything just made perfect sense to me.
Everyday for a long while we would see each other and play together but one day I finally asked the one question that I wanted to know. There was this house one the corner, I had never seen anyone go in or come out of it and it fascinated me. Jem and Scout warned me about it but that just made me more interested. Finally they told me the story. They say that a man lives in there but the story of why he never comes out has never been confirmed. It was called the Radley Place. Th Radley's all used to live there. One of the sons, who everyone called Boo Radley was in one of the first gangs in Maycomb. They were arested on many charges and Boo was supposed to be sent to an industrial school. Mr. Radley wouldn't have it so they kept Boo inside and he wasn't seen for fifteen years. This part of the story irked me, how could anyone stay inside for fifteen years. Anyway one day Boo was sitting g in a chair cutting up the news paper and suddenly he stabbed his father with the scissors. No one had the heart to put him in jail, so he stayed in the basement of the courthouse. the dad eventually died and he is said to be living with his older brother.
This story did scare me like it seemed to scare the rest of the town. So I proposed an idea. I dared Jem to go an touch the house.
"Lets try to make him come out" I said
I could see on Jem's face that he was scared cus' of all the rumors about Boo, but he said he ain't a sissy. So he ran up to the house as fast as he could touched and ran right back down to us. I laughed at how scared he looked.
The rest of our summer consisted of rumors and story telling about the Radley's and lots of lemonade. Right before I left me and Jem made a compromise, that next time I would have to touch the Radley's house, but I'm not planing on it.