Hey there
viewers! I don't know where to begin, so I’ll start by introducing myself.
My name is Jem Finch. I am 9 years old and live in the United States in the
state of Alabama in a small town known as Maycomb county. I have a younger
sister named Scout (four years younger) and a father named Atticus. My mother
had died when I was six years of age.
In the
summer of 1933, a boy named Charles Baker Harris aka Dill moves in next door.
He stayed for the summer with his aunt, Miss Rachel Haverford, who owns the
house next to us. All summer, we developed and created a friendship, by playing
outdoor activities and games. Dill suggested us playing a game involving Boo
Radley.
Arthur
“Boo” Radley lives in the run-down house. Nobody has seen him outside in years.
Let me give you a small description of him: “Boo was about six-and-a-half feet tall, judging from his tracks; he
dined on raw squirrels and any cats he could catch, that's why his hands were
bloodstained—if you ate an animal raw, you could never wash the blood off.
There was a long jagged scar that ran across his face; what teeth he had were
yellow and rotten; his eyes popped, and he drooled most of the time.” We were all afraid of him, but Dill somehow
convince us to play.