Perspective... Mrs. Dubose
Those Raggedy little children of Atticus crossed in front of my house again I cant believe the nerve of those kids but the second time around is when it hit, those darn kids took of all the flower heads my babies. Oh my god i just wanted to strangle them but sense they not mine I wasn't about to go and make the little time I had left worse by starting problems. Well its not gonna make my mouth keep shut ether. Well I don't know what I'm gonna do that bratty little son of his unleashed peril on my garden.
I'm so glade those kids of Mr. Atticus ain't mine because if they were that little girl of his wouldn't running around how shes dressed I would have more in a suitable manner wearing dresses not overalls. I beat if they old Finch woman was still around she wouldn't let her children running around how they are i beat she would have pulled them more together. And Scout would be dressed more lady like, more inconspicuous.
I know I could be cruel at time but that's still no reason for Jeramey to have reacted the way he did. I think it was inaudible and very immature. I think that the punishment wasn't to make him feel bad in the end but to allow me to not die using drugs but still as long as i finished how I wanted to I'm a winner.
In a way I think that little old Jeramey contradicted how hes supposed to be acting. All boys are supposed to act like a gentlemen with or without someone having to tell them so. Yet still i get no respect nothing all I get are my flowers killed and a crushed Baton on my lawn.
2 comments:
I like how you really thought about the way Mrs. Dubose was feeling when Jem destroyed her flowers and the depth of her emotions. I think you did a really good job of including detail, however you may want to double-check the meanings of the vocabulary words so you could use them more appropriately in the future.
I noticed that you added the vocab words which were very well put. I also liked that you said everything in the actual personality of your character.
Noah
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