My essay on what i think will happen after To Kill a Mockingbird ends.
|What Happened Next?
Death is a hard thing to cope with. I missed him so much, everyday of my life I thought about how brave he was. I thought every day about December 8, 1941. The day the United Stated entered World War II.
I sat in class on December 8, a cold crisp morning, not paying any attention as always, doodling pictures of Dill, my future husband. My lovely thoughts stopped abruptly when my teacher turned on the old squeaky television and said, “The draft is starting. Pray children pray.” Before they began to pull out names the president spoke and said:
“Yesterday, December 7, 1941 - a date which will live in infamy - The United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan...As Commander-in-Chief of the Army and Navy, I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense...With confidence in our armed forces - with the unbounded determination of our people - we will gain the inevitable triumph - so help us God." –President Rosevelt
I looked closely, because I knew Jem had a big chance of getting drafted into the U.S. army. Name after name was pulled; after about one hundred and ninety-nine other names were pulled, they called it out, Jeremy Atticus Finch, the last name from the draft. I sat still, frozen in fear, my brother was in the army. My sweet sweet Jem was going to go into battle against other nations, other armies, other people who were going to kill anyone that stood in their way. I knew Jem was going to die.
He left for war the week after, I was excused from school to see him off, say my last goodbyes, and tell him I loved him. When he left I knew he had barely any chance of coming home alive, but I didn’t dwell on the negatives. I lived off of the hope that he might return.
Dill came in summer as always. He had grown so much since the time I had seen him. Dill was still a boy on the inside, but not just any boy, the boy I fell in love with. We did so much that summer. We wrote letters to Jem, who wrote back almost every single time, unless he was in a battle. He told us about all of his adventures, and how one time he had gotten shot in the leg by a Nazi, but stood back up and walked off. For that he was later treated and, luckily, wasn’t hurt badly. We in return told him about how Mayella was fined hundreds of dollars and convicted of perjury because she lied to the court about everything, even though she was under the oath. Dill also told him about how he still wanted to be a clown, just so he could make people happy. I remembered when Dill had said "I think I'll be a clown when I get grown, Yes, sir, a clown.... There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and laugh my head off,” (Lee, ).
Every day things got worse. I would come home from school and hear Atticus crying in his room and talking to Calpurnia about how he missed Jem. This made me worry so much. Calpurnia would always tell me things about this man, this evil man in Germany named Adolf Hitler. She told me about how he was killing all the Jews in Europe. I would feel helpless and worried. Days and months would pass at a time. And as I grew older the only thing I would ask for my birthday would be Jem. He never came when I asked. In fact he never came at all.
When I was eighteen terrible things happened, and miracles happened. President Rosevelt died. He had been sick for a long time, but he picked the worst time to die. Atticus became deathly sick too. I took care of Atticus for a long time it seemed, and sometimes I just wished he would die or that he would miracoulsy get better. Neither things happened. Things just got worse. We got poor the war carried on, and Jem wasn’t home to help me.
To solve some issues with money I married young to Dill. He got a job right after the wedding, and worked as hard as any man could. He worked all day and late into the night, nut even that money wasn’t enough to help us out with Atticus. He slowly grew worse, and I couldn’t afford his medications any longer. Atticus eventually told me I had to let him go. I cried for hours that day, but Atticus said he was ready for things to be better, not only for himself but for me and Dill. Atticus wrote two notes that evening, one for me, and the other for Jem. I opened it and it was as if a wave of peace crashed down heavily onto me. I knew things would eventually be okay. I learned things from the neatly printed words that laid on the paper. I knew that Atticus was going to be happy and so was I. In the letter he assured me that I was the greatest daughter a man could ask for, and that he watch over me forever.
His death was quick and painless for him, but filled with pain for everyone else. But time heals all pain and as time went by things did get better. Dill and I ended up having a child the next year, and we became happier. Our daughter was a main source of happiness and Jem wrote letters about how he promised to come see her soon. And one day he fulfilled his promise.
Jem walked up the driveway with his little bag of belongings and knocked quietly on the door. It was in the middle of June in 1946 when he came. I opened the door on that hot muggy Sunday, and I saw him. Instantly that wave of peace crashed upon me again, and I knew things would get better.
Works Cited Page
Lee, Harper. To kill a mockingbird. Philadelphia: Lippincott, 1960. Print.
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