Journal #4- Chapter 10,11, and 12

Mrs. Dubose

Today I heard lots of yelling about a " mad dog" I don't know what that is at all but everyone said to stay in the house. I didn't care about some ol' mad dog, I wanted to stay on my porch but Jessie said I should come inside. I looked out my window and the only person I saw in the street was that nigger-lover with a gun, it was pointed at some poor old dog. Then he just shot the poor thing! No one bothered to tell me why he needed to shot the dog...
A few days later I was just sitting on my porch when those two ungrateful, improper Finch children walked by my house. They walked by everyday and I just couldn't stand it.
"Where are you two going at this time of day?" I just knew they were playing hooky
Those two nasty kids contradicted me, they said it was Saturday! Then they started lyin' to me bout' and I told the girl that she should be wearing overalls like a good girl not nasty overalls. Finally I told them a little bit about their father. I told them how he was a nigger-lover. I could see that the boy was gettin' mad so I kept going. Finally they left me alone.
I went back inside my house a little bit later but I sat at my window looking through. Bout' a half hour later those two kids come back with a baton. The boy stopped and looked at my house with what looked like madness in his eyes then he took the baton from the girl and ran up to my cameilla flowers and swiped the tops off of them. I couldn't believe this! What a terrible little monster! I called up the Finch's house and told Clapurnia what that child had done. She said Atticus would take care of it. I doubt that man can handle those kids at all. I waited and waited for someone to call or come over and apologize. Finally that boy came and mumbled in an inaudible tone that he was sorry. I told him that he should be and that I wanted him to clean up my yard. Then I thought that it would be nice if he would read to me after school. I told him to come by every day after school for two hours and on Saturdays. He looked like he was in peril when I told him this, he was so mad.
The next day he came with his brat of a sister. They sat down and I handed them the book. Before he started to read I made sure to tell them about their father again just in case they weren't clear the first time. I didn't really listen to the reading, after a while I would just blank out and forget what happened, and by the time I woke up they would be gone. It went like this for a month, everyday before he started to read I would insult them in some way. I didn't care. The next days passed quickly, I had freed myself and I knew that it was growing closer to my time. Atticus helped me with my will, I wrapped up a camellia flower and asked Atticus to give it to Jem, I hoped that he knew what it meant. My time has finally come. . .