Journal #5

Journal #5 from the perspective of Dill

I never knew my father. The one who made that is. My mom find me lots of new daddies all the time but they never stay for a very long time. The one she has for me right now is the worst. He doesn't like me at all. He likes me so little that he sent me to my room. All I wanted to do was play some but he wouldn't have it. He said I was ANTAGONIZING and that I should be punished for it. I don't know what ANTAGONIZING even is. So I just sat there in my room tryin' to figure out what it meant. This is when I had a brilliant thought. I would run away. But to where? I know Scout and Jems house, they would understand. They would understand better than any of my relatives. However I needed to think about how I was going to get to Maycomb. I know I would EXTRACT money from my mother's purse. She was the one who didn't try to stop my new father from putting me in my room. I waited for them to go to sleep then I put my plan into action. I walked to the train station with my stolen tender in hand and walked to the train station. This was a familiar trip I haven't been to Maycomb in a while but, I knew that the train station was down the street from the house and I knew how to get to the street my fiancé lives on. I bought my ticket and boarded the train without the slightest resistance. However, when I saw the engineer for the train, with whom I was well acquainted, I was at first exited then, worried because he might be in on the search for me. I did my best to act casual, and hide the fact that I had forgotten my shoes. After a well mannered conversation I felt pretty sly with all of my evasions. This is when I realized if I were to impress my friends I would need a better story than I hoped the train and then walked here. I sat with the deepest look of PENSIVE thinking on my face and wove my tail. As we arrived in the station, I felt pretty good about the story. When I got off the train I realized I had to walk a good 20 miles to get to the finch home. Thankfully after not to long a grain cart came along. I hid on the back until we got close. I was in luck, the back door was unlocked, I hid in scouts room and when I heard them coming I hid under the bed. Of course I had to EMERGE, and then I had to talk with Atticus. I had ACQUIRED the idea that he would have me sent home immediately, but much to my enjoyment I would get one more summer with my love, Jean Louise.