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TKAM Narrative

Published on Nov 18, 2015

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PRESENTATION OUTLINE

TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD: MOB SCENE

BY BEN YOUNG, IBBY OGDEN, AND ARIAN DADRAS

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They arrived, just as I knew they would. The line of beat-up cars that reeked from the bitter stench of exhaust.

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The folded paper fell to my lap with a small thud as I pushed my hat back.

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As the men climbed out of their vehicles, I remained in the old wooden rocking chair that had seen its fair share of bad nights.

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A circle not of men, but of dull-eyed Wolves circled me, staring me down like I was their prey and not the man I was guarding.

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They questioned me, asking where Tom Robinson was.

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I replied, saying the man was asleep, and better not be disturbed.

Not an inch did I falter when they told me to get out of the way, assuring them it would be best for them to leave, as surely Heck Tate was nearby with a gun pointed ready to fired at the first attacker.

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I was corrected by their laughter, as they explained how they sent Tate off chasing a mirage.

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Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out, followed by light footsteps, "Hey Atticus!" exclaimed Scout.

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Fear coursed through my body as Scout, Jem, and Dill came into view, as surely they did not know what these men were capable of.

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Much to our surprise, Scout recognized Mr. Cunningham amongst the mob and assumed it a great time to strike up a conversation with the old farmer.

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I watched her in awe and confusion as she spoke. Suddenly,
Mr. Cunningham stooped down and said, "I'll tell him you said hey, little lady."

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With that, the men seemed to have a change of heart. They made their way back to their rusty vehicles and we watched as they departed back to their homes.

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TKAM Narrative

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PRESENTATION OUTLINE

TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD: MOB SCENE

They arrived, just as I knew they would. The line of beat-up cars that reeked from the bitter stench of exhaust.

The folded paper fell to my lap with a small thud as I pushed my hat back.

As the men climbed out of their vehicles, I remained in the old wooden rocking chair that had seen its fair share of bad nights.

A circle not of men, but of dull-eyed Wolves circled me, staring me down like I was their prey and not the man I was guarding.

They questioned me, asking where Tom Robinson was.

I replied, saying the man was asleep, and better not be disturbed.

Not an inch did I falter when they told me to get out of the way, assuring them it would be best for them to leave, as surely Heck Tate was nearby with a gun pointed ready to fired at the first attacker.

I was corrected by their laughter, as they explained how they sent Tate off chasing a mirage.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out, followed by light footsteps, "Hey Atticus!" exclaimed Scout.

Fear coursed through my body as Scout, Jem, and Dill came into view, as surely they did not know what these men were capable of.

Much to our surprise, Scout recognized Mr. Cunningham amongst the mob and assumed it a great time to strike up a conversation with the old farmer.

I watched her in awe and confusion as she spoke. Suddenly, Mr. Cunningham stooped down and said, "I'll tell him you said hey, little lady."

With that, the men seemed to have a change of heart. They made their way back to their rusty vehicles and we watched as they departed back to their homes.

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I watched her in awe and confusion as she spoke. Suddenly,
Mr. Cunningham stooped down and said, "I'll tell him you said hey, little lady."