Boo Radley's Monologue

The whole neighborhood was present as the house had blown down into flames. Atticus had been distantly out of sight, he went to take Mrs. Maudie to a relative's house she could stay in.
“ I can’t believe this is happening,” said Jem. Jem and I were completely in shock, we didn't think something this tragic could happen. Mrs. Maudie was so heartbroken, altough she believed she needed to move on with her life, and live someplace else. “ Scout, I'm going to see if my friends are alright,” said Jem.
“ Fine, but come right back,” I said.
“ Don’t move, I promise I'll be right back,” said Jem.
Jem went onward with some friends to cool off the irk. I was now standing all by myself, I was very fearful that something bad could happen now. It was
Boo Radley, what are you doing?” I said.
“ Scout, mind if you come with me?” said Mr. Radley.
“No, I hardly even know you,” I shouted.
“ Please trust me, I want us to become friends,” said Mr. Radley. I looked at him with insanity, what interest could this man find in me?
“ I'll need my Dad and Brother’s approval of this,” I said.
“ You’ll be fine, I’ll make sure nothing goes the wrong way,” said Mr. Radley. I thought I could trust him, although my instincts were telling me
Radley,
I was puzzled why would Mr. Radley would need an assistant, I felt suspicious about her. She had bright blue eyes and black hair.
“Can you sit down Scout, I need to get something upstairs,” said Mr. Radley. I sat down and Martha was standing still with her back facing towards me.
“ You and Jem always come around this house why?” said Martha.
“ We’ve always been curious of why Mr. Radley never came out,” I said in a low voice.
“ That's none of your business,” Martha shouted. She got aggressive by the minute, I was ready to leave, because she was making me uncomfortable. She finally turned around and she stared me right in the eye.
“ Do you know why you're really here?” said Martha.
“No, why am I here?” I said.
“ Revenge, your not leaving this house,” she yelled.
“ You're being killed, because a curious person like you will come on this property, you stole all of Mr. Radley’s hidden gifts, and your Dad is defending a nigger.” Martha shouted. I was speechless, Mr. Radley fooled me, why did I trust him? I tried to run out of the chair.
“ Sit back on the chair,” said Mr. Radley as he was running down the stairs. He had a pistol in his hand, and Martha pulled out a