To Kill a Mockingbird - The caged Mockingbird ventures [Short Story]

The Caged Mockingbird Ventures

For the last few years, my place was fairly quiet, without a single hint of sound except for the creaking floorboards that surrounded our home. Hardly anyone walked past my house; apart from a few rats who knew.

For the last few years, my place was fairly quiet, without a single hint of sound except for the creaking floorboards, which surrounded our home. Hardly anyone walked past my house; apart from a few rats who knew

nothing of the rumors that bounded our home. We barely had any visitors come to our house. The only people who ever visited our home were the postman, who delivered letters every few weeks; no one else. Twenty-four hours - a day seemed short yet it was endless. However there was no hurry for there was nowhere to go, no freedom and no hope, nothing to see outside the boundaries of the small window in my room; I was lonely.

Summer eventually had returned; I had awaited it with impatience. Summer was my favorite season. It was the only season that the sun's light actually reached my shadowy room; all the other seasons had failed to do so. Summer only came around once a year. It usually slept or hid during four thirds of the year and woke up once. When the light awakened me from my sleep I peered out the window to hear something rolling on the gravel, skittering across the road. Something had crashed into my yard. When I peered out the window I saw a tyre lying on the ground with a girl beside it on the cement. It was the same kids again. I couldn't help but laugh. It was the funniest thing I had seen since my teenage years; she could hear me. She turned her head slightly. Nathan ran up the stairs and slammed my wooden door open. He was furious.

"Arthur?!" he yelled. "What was that noise? Are ye trying to run away from the window?" he cussed as he pounded the floorboards with his giant feet. It made my heart beat faster. He was angry. It was if my father's spirit had entered him for a split second.

"No" I replied. "I believe it is the birds outside; you know the black ones that love the nuts on the ground"

"Really?" he hollered, with a face that didn't seem convinced enough by my answer. He knew I was not being honest. "Then why were you laughing then? I heard you, Arthur!"

I had to think of some excuse that could cover up for the kids outside. I didn't want them to suffer the wrath of Nathan. They were just innocent kids. But I couldn't think of anything. Nathan began to search around my room, searching for anything that could be related to the loud crashing sound. He found nothing. After all my room had a table, a chair and a few spare clothes lying on the ground, nothing else. When he was convinced that he could find nothing in my room, he slid the curtains wide-open and peered outside to find the girl and the boy in the yard, along with a giant tyre lying on the ground.

He glanced at me: "Did you let them in? Are you communicating with em?"

I ignored him. He asked again in a loud voice, which made me twitch and shiver inside my body. But then me and Nathan heard a voice shouting "Scout, get away from there, come on!" The boy had noticed. In fact he had heard Nathan yelling. The girl raised her head and stared at the front of the steps. I quickly hid behind the wall in a way Nathan wouldn't get suspicious so she wouldn't see me – even if she weren't looking at my room.

"Come on, Scout, don't just lie there!" the boy was screaming. "Get up, can'tcha?"