Journal #1- Chapters 1-3 from the perspective of Jem

Just a normal typical day in maycomb with the very happy people and the people that set their standards to be mean and cruel. I enjoy my playful sister scout and her loveliness to anyone around her. maybe a little annoying in my view sometimes but still my sister. Today has been very eccentric from all other days. I had a dream last night about how i broke my arm badly four years ago. It was coming back to haunt me. In the dream the last thing I saw before I woke up that day was the glare in every member in the Ewell families eyes. I felt some sort of angry towards them that night then I've ever had. Never a huge angry, just a disappointment. After the over-whelming memories of the pain that occurred on that day, I woke up from the nightmare. As my sweat started to drip down my head and onto my pillow I felt much relief. As I woke up from the dream I couldn't stop thinking about how The Ewell's. My sister says they started the whole incident with my arm but I Disagree. I believe the whole thing started when dill came back from meridian, Mississippi, to spend his first summer in maycomb with his aunt, Rachel haverford, the finch's neighbor. As i kept thinking about this situation I remembered what really happened the day i broke my arm. My sister suggests that it all started when General Jackson chased the Creek Indians north and Simon Finch, their ancestor, moved up the river and built Finch's Landing. Because we couldn't decide which was right, I remember asking our dad, Atticus, and he says that we were both right. My sister begins relating the stories of her childhood that build up to the night that Jem broke his arm which irked me.

After i get up that morning I get ready for a normal day, i walked over to the dinning table and found my sister sister across from me looking at me as if i was malevolent or something worse. I told her about my story and how I felt last night. She gave me the look of, "uhhh and i care why?." I wandered if I should of kept talking. I didn't feel at all indigenous to go into the conversation by asking her how she remembered the old days. She talked the most about Dill most of the time and the memories we had together. I felt like she cared about my pronouncement and was encouraged to start a new day. As i walked away from the dining table and out the front door, I always thought about my sister, scout.