Diary of Boo Radley Essay

Pretend you are Boo Radley (from To Kill a Mocking Bird). Write your secret diary entry about how you have been punished and kept in a virtual prison for fifteen years.It has been so very long since my father first locked me up in this set up. I mean, I was only a teenager having fun, I did non do anything knockout or anything. At first, after a couple of days punishment, it thought I would be in the long run set free by father. After a couple of weeks, I realised that it seemed I would neer be let out. I was correct- as the weeks turned into months, I understood how cruel my father was and that my punishment would last forever.After a year or two, my father died. I was free to go external into the world- well I could have escaped from imprisonment if I really wanted to, only when I did not wish to. My father left me emotionally damaged and ashamed of myself, and I did not and I do not want to show myself in the real world after such a long period of time. Once Nathan arrived, things were just the same as how they used to be with my father.Being locked up in this stuffy house allows me a lot of time to myself. I get to read the local anaesthetic papers- one of the only luxuries I am allowed to have and reflect on a lot of things and ruminate over them all day long. I think about how people are getting on in Maycomb as I see them walk quite briskly in nominal head of our house and I think about my father and what he did to me. I am usually in a fairly good mood all day long, but when my father comes to mind or Nathan walks past, yellow bile and hatred swells up inside me. I also occupy my thoughts by reminiscing that good times I had when I was a teenager, but also look upon them with deep regret, but I mainly speculate about the two young Finches who live next doorEveryday, I stare through the shutters set ashore through the street main street of Maycomb. I see children playing and enjoy watching them having and lucky and gay time. I have constan tly kept my eye on our two neighbours- Jem and his sister, Scout. They play in their yard and in the street, obviously having a great time, and like all other children their age, keep away(predicate) fromour house. I think they believe it is haunted, by my ghost or some obscenity like that. It amuses me but also makes me sad that I could be so much of a threat to these lovely children, and I do wish my life could be as happy as theirs.Despite their fears of me, Jem and Scout regular(a) tried to have a look inside this house once to get a coup doeil of me and also tried to communicate with me on several occasions. I have tried communicating with Jem and Scout, by leaving them a trinket or two in the knot-hole of one of the live oaks out the front of our house at night time. After some time, the children began to realise it was me leaving the surprises in the tree, and they decided to spare me a little note. Nathan found the note, realised my only source of communication with the outside world and alter the knot-hole with cement.I am only allowed to go outside at night under Nathans supervision. Sometimes, Nathan does not even bother looking over me on my night-time strolls because he knows I will be back. I am too attached to this house and living indoors. I dont want to be released into a world that is too good for me, as my father used to say.