“Really! I heard he dined on raw squirrels and any cats he can reach!”
“No wonder, I heard his hands were always blood stained! You know what they say once you ate a raw animal the blood will never wash off.”
“Well, that’s Boo Radley for ya!”
*laughs heard from gossip people*
The name’s Arthur Radley, but for some reason most people know me as “Boo Radley”. I’ve always pondered why the folks call me that, do they think of me as some sort of a monster, a ghost maybe? Do they really believe I don’t actually exist that I’m just a fragment of one’s imagination? I despise being the topic of Maycomb’s gossip especially considering how most of the rumors are untrue. Why must people misinterpret me and judge me for my past mistakes. I know I’ve created quite rash decisions in my life but I really wish the folks would look past that and see me for who I really am. …show more content…
We were just a batch of young teenagers screwing around in this small boring town. The gang and I decided to steal a car, it was just a joyride they said. I tried convincing them not to but they just wouldn’t listen and instead began to tease me by calling me a chicken. So I went with it but little did I know that “joyride” would end up permanently ruining my entire life. We ended up getting caught by the cops that very day. As we were arrested and brought to the judge we were sentenced to be brought to an state industrial