To Kill A Mockingbird: The Final Scene

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Mango Ritter LS 9B Renton 27 April, 2018 To Kill A Mockingbird: The Final Scene I froze as I heard the steps outside my house and the grumbling a familiar voice outside. Ewell was outside my house. But why? What does a drunkard like him want here? I reached down to the compartment under the coffee table and pulled out my knife. Whatever that man was doing here, it couldn’t be good. I peaked out from behind the curtain to find him standing near the tree. Ewell is in no means a small man. He is certainly taller than me, but how tall I can’t tell. He wasn’t particularly cautious with what he ate either. He wasn’t a scary person to my memory (losing your wits can also mean losing all potential menace), but he is more than a tad unsettling now …show more content…

I can’t see you.” “Your fat streaks are showin’. Mrs. Crenshaw painted them with some of that shiny stuff so they’d show up under the footlights. I can see you pretty well, an’ I expect Cecil can see you well enough to keep his distance.” Well someone can see you, and if they couldn’t, they can now. Everything in the background started to fade out as I focused on Ewell and the knife in his hand. There were echoes of “hey” in the background but I paid no mind to it. I just watched the hand until it lunged for the nearest thing. I jumped off the porch and over the fence as fast as possible. Leaving the house has been a terrifying thought for years now, but in this moment that stopped mattering. The knife left my hand in seconds. One can easily put together where that knife ended up, but I wasn’t paying attention in that moment. All I cared about was protecting those two children. I may not be related to them, I may have never spoken to them, but I watched them grow up. They were like my children. Ewell fell to the ground, with Jem almost following after, but I caught him. His left arm fell limp in a horrific fashion, unlike his right. I would have felt sick if it the adrenaline hadn’t already taken the wheel. I lurched forward as I tried to drag the him along. All the years I have spent holed up in my home was here to demand I pay the

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