Journal #3- Chapters 8-9 from the perspective of Ms.Maudie

Journal 3
Ms. Maudie

I can’t say I was shocked when we heard Mrs. Radley died, no one really ever saw her except when she was outside watering her cannas. I was perplexed when I was invited to her house for a final good bye. I was even more confused when she entrusted me with her cannas. I isolated myself so I could think about the events that had just happened. I had always been more of an acquaintance with Mrs. Radley. I walked up to her for one last time to pay my respects when I say a shadow in the back room, not wanting to be left alone with possibly Arthur “Boo” Radley I left.

I went to bed that night, thinking over my day. I woke up the next morning to find a horrible event in the making, the temperature changed drastically over the night. I woke up to find snow falling on my plants. I knew that if it got too cold my plants would freeze so I rushed out there to see what I could do. I was in the middle of covering my plants when I called Jem over I told him that if I didn’t cover the plants they would die. I told what he could to help me. I told him to make sure that all my plant were covered up or otherwise they would die. He then he asked me if he could have some of my snow, I told him he could take it all, that there was a peach basket that I could use to carry. I suddenly stoped and asked him for what he wanted it and he said you’ll see.
I slowly watched them carry the snow from my side tot heir back yard and then to their front yard. It was a while later that I realized they had built a snowman replica of Mr. Avery. I then saw him run into my yard and run back to his carrying with what looked liked my garden hat. I yelled at hi to bring it back. Atticus then strolled over to my house and we engaged in an arm waving conversation. The snow stopped in the afternoon, the temperature fell, and every fireplace in Maycomb was lit.
I was awoken by a smell of something burning as I turned I say that the heater I was using for my plants had started a fire, I got out and waited for help, as I waited I saw Jem leading Scout to in front of the radley place. The fire eventually subsided with the help of 3 fire trucks, all I can do now is keep my head high and live happily, I just hope that with a little help I can rebuild my home.

Journal #2- Chapters 4-7 from the perspective of Dill

Journal 2
Dill
I had waited all year for this; I was finally going back to Maycomb County to visit my friends I had made over the previous summer. Their names were Jeremy Finch and Jean Louise “Scout” Finch. They are neighbors of my dear old aunt Rachel. I had gone to visit my aunt the previous summer, and that’s when I met Jem and Scout. We had marvelous adventures that summer. Though I had enjoyed my stay, a figure of darkness’ tyranny had overshadowed my visit. That figure was Arthur “Boo” Radley, he lived in the haunted house. I couldn’t wait till school was over so I could go on the train to Alabama. I live in Mississippi so I’m let out a day later than Maycomb is. As I say good bye to my mom I start to think what news adventures we will have, as I think of all the possibilities, I begin to think of a prank I could pull on those two.
As soon as I arrived in Maycomb I said thanks to the cab driver and was picked up by my aunt Rachel. I went home to see if Jem and Scout were available. They asked about my journey here, I told them a tall tale about how I had met my father. After that they asked what we wanted to play and I said Tom, Sam, and Dick. Scout said she was tired of playing the same ones over and over again, so she told her brother to make one up

Journal #1- Chapters 1-3 from the perspective of Walter C.

Journal Entry One
Walter Cunningham

You know how sometimes you get that feeling in your stomach like something is bound to happen? That’s how I felt when I left our farm to go school, though the sky was cloudy I couldn’t wait, I had gone to school 3 other times, but had to quit to help my family with the farm but now I can go to school. I have never really minded being poor, as far as I can remember all of the Cunninghams have always been poor especially now with the great depression.
Farmers had been hit the hardest with too many things growing and not enough people wanting to but them. My daddy had mentioned something about it to my mum last night. I think he's really worried how we will survive winter. Once I arrived at School I saw that the new teacher was, different to the previous teachers I had. As I enter I see some writing on chalkboard which said that her name was Ms. Caroline Fisher, from North Alabama, Winston County. As I looked for anyone I might have seen in town or new I saw an empty desk, so I went and sat there.
The teacher started class and a girl kept on getting in trouble, finally the teacher said everyone take your lunch out and I thought what she would say when she say I didn’t bring a lunch. After doing a quick scan around the class her eyes finally set upon me, she asked me “Did you forget your lunch this morning? I just shook my head, she then asked me if I wanted to borrow money, once gain I said no, then the red hair girl tried to explain the situation at school yet she got into trouble once again.
After we were excused I was roughly introduced to the ground by the red hair girl, her brother told her to stop and she ceased rubbing my nose against the ground. They then invited me over for lunch, I just said yes and we were off, I wonder what’s for lunch?