How To Write A Monologue From To Kill A Mockingbird

It snowed for the first time in 45 years, so it was a brutally cold night in Maycomb, Alabama. I watched as Atticus Finch, my wise and kind neighbor, drove off with his cook to take her home. I hoped my children were staying warm, for I knew what it’s like to be cold on this lonely night. It was the dead of the night and something had to be wrong. It wasn’t silent and peaceful like normal. No! The night was bursting with commotion! What was that smell? Smoke?
Lights started flippin’ on, all up and down the street. Our sweet neighbor’s, Miss Maudie’s, house caught on fire! Oh how I wished I could help, but there ain’t nothin’ I could do. Me bein’ ill and all.
There was no how to be questioned on that dank and freezing night. The fire was
She buried her head into Jem’s side. Mr. Avery was finally out, but he took a tumble. I’m sure everyone will be hearing about that for awhile. The house darn right looks like a pumpkin, all orange flames. There ain’t gonna be nothing but a darned pit there after everything. Is that Scout shaking? She must’ve been so darn cold in just her night-clothes and a coat. I sliped out the door and tip-toed across the porch. I oh so gently sliped the blanket over her shoulders. My kids, right here. I could just hug em, but I don’t. I creeped my way back into the house unnoticed. Just in time too, cause another coughin’ fit came on. I settled back into my spot and gazed at our neighbors. Even in the dead of the night, a freezing night that is, they came out to help Miss Maudie. Plenty more firetrucks showed up and began pumping water onto a different house. . .is that the Finch house?! I glanced at the kids and saw their muscles tighten and they moved closer together. I guess I hadn’t thought what would happen if another house caught on fire. Scout looked darn right ready to break down when their snowman melted. Miss Maudie’s sunhat was atop a pile of muddy
They’d been workin’ in pajama tops and nightshirts stuffed into their pants. Scout musta finally realized she was freezin’ cause she started to do a lil’ jig. She stopped when another fire truck showed up though. There wasn’t another fire hydrants so they soaked the Crawford house in fire extinguishers. Maudie’s tin roof quelled the flames. The house roared with one final fight and collapsed. Fire gushed everywhere and a flurry of blankets followed. Men usin’ em to beat out the sparks. ‘Twas finally dawn when is felt okay to leave my spot. Men had began to leave and the children went to Miss Maudie who was starin’ at the smokin’ black hole where her house used to be. Wonder what she gonna do now that she ain’t got no house. Maybe she will stay with the Finch’s. I let myself slip into a deep sleep, dreamin’ bout the better