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To Kill A Mockingbird Dialectical Journal

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My arms are numb by the time the scout is at our cabin. The moon is already deeply set in a portrait of stars, but I’m much too dizzy to try to read the time. It wasn’t something I could successfully accomplish anyways. “There.” I mumble to myself and drop the robe of branches responsible for ripping open my palms. Our cabin is compact, with three rooms and a brook not too long around the path I just walked. My companions are probably deep into sleep, in a world with titans, you couldn’t always expect your family to return for dinner. My stomach growls softly at the reminder. I had been out since noon without a meal. Wondeful. I push open the door, we have no need for locks way out here. Thieves only ran wild in the city. …show more content…

I shiver at the sound, there is only one person in the room who would cause me any harm, the scout was up. It was impressive he could move after being tossed around like a rag doll, greater so he had the strength to lay his hands on me. Unluckily for him I knew where all his wounds were. As his grip tightens I swing my arm to where his upper abdomen would be. He grunt of pain tells me I found it. His grip loosens and I push him away from me. The man doesn’t stumble very far, but the look on his face told me he wasn’t used to being beaten. Assessing my threat level, he charges. I have hardly any time to block his swing and milliseconds before it happens, I know he isn’t going for my face. There is a crack from my leg and pain shoots from my ankle. I scream in agony. The scout pins me down, I should have left him in the woods after …show more content…

Picking a fight with somebody of his skill level was a dumb move on my behalf. “We live in these woods.” His grip slackens and I realize our floor is actually quite comfortable when you’re about to die. I glare at Vin for not helping me and realize he is groaning on the floor in pain. When did he…? “You live here?” He sounds almost astonished, or maybe just doubtful. His voice is still flat and cold, although there was dozens of questions he probably had. This man clearly wasn’t a team player. On closer examination, I realize he is a man. When he was out, his face appeared much younger, innocent. That was the harsh reality of this world, this man had been through an immense amount of pain, I noticed it in his eyes. “This is where I was raised, same as Vin over there, and the others.” I struggle to my feet to examine my new injury. It wasn’t broken like I first thought, he just knocked the bone out of its socket. I would need one of the others to help me pop it back in later. I need to find the painkillers. “Others?” He demanded. I was seriously about to hit this guy if he kept interrogating me. Although, that didn’t turn out greatly last

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