Alternate Ending
We left the school after the pageant and started on our walk home. Jem
thought he heard something but I thought he was just trying to scare me, so I didn’t believe him. We kept on, eager to get home. Jem had a hold of my arm because my ham costume was awkward to walk in. All of a sudden, a figure jumped out of the bushes in front of us, screaming. Jem's hold on my arm tightened but, I recognized the figure.
“Cecil Jacobs!” I screamed, but he ran off before I could catch him.
Jem and I kept on for home and when we got there, Atticus seemed relieved. We changed into our pajamas and crawled in bed for a good nights sleep.
* * *
Meanwhile, at the Ewell house, Bob and the kids were fast asleep. Except for Mayella. Mayella was concocting a plan. A plan to murder her father for all of the horrible things that he did to her. Secretly she wished that Atticus Finch would have proved that Bob was the one who beat her, not Tom. Ever since the trial, Bob’s abuse had gotten worse. He was mad that Atticus ruined his credibility during the trial, and he took out his anger on Mayella. The more he beat her, the less she helped around the house. The house was dirtier than it was before and her flowers were dying. She never went outside as much as she used too. Ever since the trial, she had been ashamed to leave the house and only left when absolutely necessary. She sent her younger siblings to go into town for her. When they came back, they had heard almost everyone talking about Mayella and her father. As Mayella thought of what she was about to do, she had second thoughts. But then she remembered all of the horrible things he did to her. She didn't want this happening to her younger sisters. She had to stop it.
Waiting to hear her father’s snoring, she grabbed a knife that she found
in the dump, and waited. She walked towards her father, thinking about the future. Maybe she and the kids could move away and she could find a
husband. She could probably find a job. With all of these thoughts
running through her head, she plunged the knife deep into her father’s chest. His eyes shot open and the recognition showed in his expression.
The questions that showed on his face disappeared as his eyes glazed over.
The End
thought he heard something but I thought he was just trying to scare me, so I didn’t believe him. We kept on, eager to get home. Jem had a hold of my arm because my ham costume was awkward to walk in. All of a sudden, a figure jumped out of the bushes in front of us, screaming. Jem's hold on my arm tightened but, I recognized the figure.
“Cecil Jacobs!” I screamed, but he ran off before I could catch him.
Jem and I kept on for home and when we got there, Atticus seemed relieved. We changed into our pajamas and crawled in bed for a good nights sleep.
* * *
Meanwhile, at the Ewell house, Bob and the kids were fast asleep. Except for Mayella. Mayella was concocting a plan. A plan to murder her father for all of the horrible things that he did to her. Secretly she wished that Atticus Finch would have proved that Bob was the one who beat her, not Tom. Ever since the trial, Bob’s abuse had gotten worse. He was mad that Atticus ruined his credibility during the trial, and he took out his anger on Mayella. The more he beat her, the less she helped around the house. The house was dirtier than it was before and her flowers were dying. She never went outside as much as she used too. Ever since the trial, she had been ashamed to leave the house and only left when absolutely necessary. She sent her younger siblings to go into town for her. When they came back, they had heard almost everyone talking about Mayella and her father. As Mayella thought of what she was about to do, she had second thoughts. But then she remembered all of the horrible things he did to her. She didn't want this happening to her younger sisters. She had to stop it.
Waiting to hear her father’s snoring, she grabbed a knife that she found
in the dump, and waited. She walked towards her father, thinking about the future. Maybe she and the kids could move away and she could find a
husband. She could probably find a job. With all of these thoughts
running through her head, she plunged the knife deep into her father’s chest. His eyes shot open and the recognition showed in his expression.
The questions that showed on his face disappeared as his eyes glazed over.
The End