To Kill A Mockingbird-Personal Narrative

I had waited for this trial for what seemed like forever, but was only three weeks. I walked up the glossy, marble stairs leading to the doors of the Maycomb County Courthouse. The smothering sun shone on the stairs. Others waiting to enter stared as I passed, thinking only that I was a cranky, old man who worked at the courthouse. Every day when I walked to my job people would stare at me like they would stare at my psychotic brother. But only if he would come out of the house. The crowd anxiously waited for me to unlock the doors. As I opened them I was trampled by people trying to get good seats for the trial. As always whites were let in first as the blacks were at the back. The blacks sat in the balcony. As the whites got the good seats. When I got to my
I looked behind me and saw that all the seats in the courtroom were filled. In the back of the courtroom stood some unlucky people who did not get a seat in time. The blacks sat up in the balcony, I recognized three small, white faces in the crowd up on the balcony. In the balcony, it was way hotter than it was downstairs, which was hard to believe. As the last couple people took their seats silence filled the room. This trial di than any other in Maycomb County. People from all around Maycomb were here. It seemed like everyone in town was there for it was very crowded. Sheriff Heck Tate spoke, “All rise the honorable Judge Taylor presiding”. A white-haired heavy old man trudged up to his bench and sternly said, “Everyone may be seated”. As Tom Robinson was lead to his seat in handcuffs he sat down wearily. His dark face was beaded with sweat for the heat was unbearable. Sitting next to him was Atticus Finch his attorney. I knew that Tom Robinson was innocent but I could not say anything or I would be scowled at just like Atticus. Heck Tate was the first witness to speak. We all believed his testimony about what happened. But nobody wanted