Summary Of Jasper Jones Chapter 1-5
Chapter 1: Igniting the Flames Drip… drip… In the shadow of the moonlit night, the crimson red dropped from the stick and onto the wooden ground next to Celia’s feet. Breathing heavily, the slave looked down at the husk of what was her Master and rapist: Robert Newsom. Under Mr. Newsom’s head, a puddle of blood slowly formed and seeped from the wound she inflicted on him not too long ago. Using the weapon in her hand, she prodded the body several times, missing at least once or twice due to her shaking hands. Panic replaced the adrenaline as the realization struck her.
“Oh, Lord… I done killed Master,” she whispered, dropping the stick. “I only meant to hurt ‘im, not kill ‘im dead.”
As she looked down into the puddle of blood, Earlier that day, she had threatened her Master to not come near her …show more content…
Another idea flashed into her mind: she’ll crush whatever remained from the burning and have somebody take care of it. Maybe one of the Master’s children will do the job for her. It’s not like she cared for them, considering that not only they didn’t stop their Father from raping her, but one of the sons hoped to rape her, as well.
“And if they ask where Master went, I’ll just shrug and say that I have no clue,” she thought to herself. “That way, nobody would ever dare think about it.”
She turned her attention from the fire and onto the blood. Tearing off a piece of her raggedy dress, she cleaned up the trail that led back to the puddle of blood. She looked in the reflection one last time, and she saw something different in the gleam of her eyes. Replaced with the fear she once had earlier was something… different. The gleam was something foreign, even to her fellow slaves. In their eyes, she saw nothing but fear in half of them. In those who wanted to escape, she saw what she believed was a mix of fear and
“Oh, Lord… I done killed Master,” she whispered, dropping the stick. “I only meant to hurt ‘im, not kill ‘im dead.”
As she looked down into the puddle of blood, Earlier that day, she had threatened her Master to not come near her …show more content…
Another idea flashed into her mind: she’ll crush whatever remained from the burning and have somebody take care of it. Maybe one of the Master’s children will do the job for her. It’s not like she cared for them, considering that not only they didn’t stop their Father from raping her, but one of the sons hoped to rape her, as well.
“And if they ask where Master went, I’ll just shrug and say that I have no clue,” she thought to herself. “That way, nobody would ever dare think about it.”
She turned her attention from the fire and onto the blood. Tearing off a piece of her raggedy dress, she cleaned up the trail that led back to the puddle of blood. She looked in the reflection one last time, and she saw something different in the gleam of her eyes. Replaced with the fear she once had earlier was something… different. The gleam was something foreign, even to her fellow slaves. In their eyes, she saw nothing but fear in half of them. In those who wanted to escape, she saw what she believed was a mix of fear and