When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. When it healed, Jem feared he would've never been able to play football again. His left arm was somewhat shorter than his right; when he stood or walked, the back of his hand was at right angles to his body, his thumb parallel to his thigh. He looked really weird. I'll go back to where it all began.
So you're basically telling me that we don't know any of our family history except that we are descendants of Simon Finch.
We've been talking about this for ages. I just want to eat please! I told you my opinion and you said I was wrong! What else do you want from me!??
Some Years Ago.........
Sorry for the rough transition..haven't done this in a while. If you haven't figured out already, I'm the younger Scout and i'm basically going to be narrating my life to you guys leading up to my brother's broken arm. Let's first start off with my community. I lived in a southern town named Maycomb. It was in pretty rough shape compared to other towns of that time. It was extremely hot, had red slop for roads and had a sagging courthouse. Not to mention the green grass that grew on the sidewalks.
What did i ever do to her to be treated like this? Why me!?
This is my family. Calpurnia our maid, Atticus our father who's a lawyer and Jem, the stupid-head I have to call my brother.
Hi Dill! Let's bug you about your name then become best of friends!
Okay weird people who randomly showed up out of nowhere....
Let's annoy this man that has been locked up for ages because we are creepy stalker children with nothing better to do.