In the Style of Harper Lee, write a section of 'To Kill A Mockingbird'

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English Coursework – To Kill A Mockingbird

In the Style of Harper Lee, write a section of ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’

    Maycomb was the tired old town it always was, and as expected, the year passed on like any typical Maycomb one - without incident. School was nearing its end, and Jem and I were finally looking forward to getting acquainted with Dill once more. We had games to play, stories to tell and a full summer ahead of us. Annoying as it was, we genuinely missed Dill’s rants about how he would go to a trip to Africa with his father and how he would one day become a professional pilot, just like his father of course. During the weeks that Dill hadn’t been around, Jem and I had been forced to think of new ways to entertain ourselves; the pretend plays and spending tiresome days in the tree house had taken its toll on us, and we were desperate for some amusement in any other way. We even consulted Atticus, his best advice being to ‘read a book’. We blatantly disregarded this, and I despised my father’s age even more. Atticus was old. Even having considered Miss Maudie’s views on him, and after that ‘One Shot’ incident, I still thought his attitude was tedious. Jem was still unable to play football with him, Atticus excusing himself with his usual statement – ‘I’m too old for that, son.’

    Summer came, and with it brought Dill, who appeared to have grown ten inches since we last met. He greeted us from where we first met him, him up in the tree house down Miss Rachel’s garden.

‘Hey down there!’

‘Hey Dill, what you up to?’ shouted Jem, wearing an untailored smile on his face.

‘Nothin’ much... I got new shoes!’

‘Yeah, we noticed. Those damn clown shoes make you look plain stupid Dill!’

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‘My daddy says they make me look like a man!’

Without us having noticed, Calpurnia’s head popped out of our window.

‘Mr. Jeremy Finch, how dare you talk to Mr. Charles Harris like that! Now if he wants to dress up like that, you just go ahead and let him.’                                                                                                     ...

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