Jem And Scout Monologue

The street’s familiar scent of tobacco and mint helped to calm my nerves. It wasn’t cold outside, however a chill grabbed at my back. The path to the station was instinctual, today it seemed foreign and alien. My steps were slow and without the usual spring, their movement matched the grim expression I wore on my face. I’m not normally one to want to be caught in the act of doing something wrong, but today, I was greatly dispirited, I wasn’t stopped. I would have thought someone cared more about me.
Talking to walls is dull and futile, no matter how long you wait for a response, you are met with utter, disappointing silence. A conversation with my parents is a conversation with a wall, and I’m immensely frustrated with it. Jem and Scout listen to me and value my opinion, Atticus pays more attention to me than both of my parents combined. I could have a discussion with any of them all day long, because they listen and give valuable input. My parents’ responses are less than subpar, they’re always too busy or to tired. Why can’t my parents be like Jem, Scout, or Atticus? Surely it’s not too much trouble to acknowledge someone, and have them listen to me a little bit. If I were an adult, I would give my kids all the attention and love they needed. I would be a great dad who always has time to spend with
Even though I had left home at my own accord, I felt abandoned like someone’s poor, unwanted pet. I longed to hear someone frantically calling my name, asking if anyone had seen a small, blonde child. I turned to look behind me hoping my silent plea would be answered. I wanted to found, I wanted to be punished for running away, I wanted someone to know I existed. But at the same time I didn’t want to be caught because I wanted to see Jem and Scout, so I did my best not to draw attention to myself. My heart was being torn in two directions, it was painful, and