To Kill A Mockingbird: A Short Story

A bang outside my window startles me awake. I open my eyes and look at the clock. It reads 12:47am which confuses me ‘cause it’s brighter than usual in my room. I get out of bed and shuffle to the window to see flames lickin’ Miss Maudie’s. I notice that it’s quiet in my house so I sneak to the door. Quietly scufflin’ through the halls, I check the rest of the rooms to see if Dad is still here. All of ‘em are quiet and empty so I don’t try to be quiet as I walk back to my window where I have the best view of Miss Maudie’s house. By this time there are many people runnin’ in and out of Miss Maudie’s house trying to collect some of her sentimental belongings. It seems like the whole neighborhood and even county is helping out. There’s three firetrucks in the street but to my terror not enough
It feels amazing to know that he’s finally seen me. The fiery smoke starts to choke me and as I’m getting closer to Scout and I spread out the blanket in my arms, and lay it across her shoulders when I reach her. I stand there waiting for a response, but she doesn’t turn around. She must’ve be too cold and scared to notice me. I feel a warmth surge in my body despite the cold as I walk back to the porch. It feels good to know that I’ve finally done something for someone, especially Scout. I stroll inside, take a long breath, and head down the hallway to my bedroom. A nasty cough comes over me from all the smoke in my lungs. I make it to bed and slip off my boots. I change into my night clothes and walk back to my window. The fire is out now and the kids are heading back to their own house now, and I can’t help but feel a longing for them. I want them to know me and not be afraid anymore. That might happen one day but not today. When the fire trucks start heading back to where they came from, I tiredly walk back to my bed. I feel the warm blankets as they wrap around my body, and I fall into a deep