To Kill A Mockingbird: A Short Story

As we were on our way crossing the black schoolyard, Scout had just told me she had forgotten her shoes. We were on our way back to get them but we then realized that the auditorium lights were off and it had already closed. “Well, what’d we do now Jem?” Scout asked me. “I guess we’ll have to go and get em tomorrow Scout”. I responded.
We began walking again until I suddenly heard a small unknown noise. “Scout be quiet for a sec,” I said as I pinched her to stay put. I looked around but saw nothing going on around us. “Never mind, guess it was just all in my head, let’s continue walking”. Until suddenly I heard the noise again. “Scout stop for a minute,” I whispered. As soon as we stopped the noise was gone. Scout looked at me with

I tried to ignore her and act like I didn’t hear her question but she continued to ask. “What did you hear Jem!” “Nothing Scout, I guess it was just your costume rustling as we were walking”. As we continued Scout had also heard the sound. “Jem, what is that?” she asked. “Hm, it’s just your costume I already told you.” We continued to walk slowly and were almost at a tree. I begged Scout to not say one word as we were moving. Then we suddenly heard the noise again and I realized someone was behind us. I heard the person shuffling their feet less than a yard behind us. “Jem?” Scout said in a shaky voice. “Shh and keep walking” I replied in a whisper. We finally arrived at the tree and I faced Scout. I could see her tired eyes from just looking at them through those small cut out holes of her costume. The person who had been behind us started to get closer, I suddenly heard them running very fast towards us. At that very moment, my heart sunk. “Scout!, run! were being chased!” I yelled as I ran as fast as I could.
I kept looking back at Scout and saw her stumbling around in her costume as she tried to keep

“Scout!, Scout!.... Help!” I yelled at the top of my lungs waiting for someone to help me up. The person was pinning me to the ground and I didn’t have the strength to get up. I continued to yell for help until the person put their giant dirty hands over my mouth. I then realized this was Bob Ewell. Who else in Maycomb was this big and dirty?
He picked me up and placed me in his giant arms and walked me down the road. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and every minute that passed I was closer to death. I couldn’t think of what to do. Next thing I knew I was dropped to the ground and Mr. Ewell was just standing’ there watching’ me. I eyed a small kitchen knife in his pocket and instantly filled with fear. Does he want to use that knife to hurt me? He grabbed my arm and started dragging’ me down this long road I ain’t ever seen before this very day. I couldn’t stop watching the knife and thinking of all possible things he was trying to do to me. He grabbed my arm tighter as he felt me shaking with fear. As soon as he looked away I used my other arm and tried to grab ahold of that knife. I was thinking of stabbing him in order for him to let go of me. I reached for the knife but he instantly noticed what I was trying to do and grabbed it before I could. He picked me up and threw me down behind a tree. At that very moment, I blacked out and don’t remember what happened