"First Day"-- Chapter 2, Miss Caroline's Perspective
"Oh, my, wasn't that nice?" I said as I had finished reading a book on cats to the class. I was a little nervous going into the new school, since I moved down here from Alabama. But of course, I simply unruffled my dress, put on a smile, and looked at all of the lovely kids sitting before me. Well, at least I thought they were lovely... There was a student in my class named Jean Louise who kept talking and answering and reading everything! She was intelligent and I could tell her father or mother had been teaching her things... I told her that if they kept teaching her, it would interfere with her learning in school. She got awfully defensive and I could tell she was troubled. But that was the least of my worries after I was made fun of for trying to help a student! A little boy in my class didn't have a lunch with him, so I offered him a quarter for him to buy his lunch. He wouldn't take it! Then Ms. Jean Louise had to chime in and explain to me about "The Cunninghams" and how they never took anything that they couldn't give back... I had had enough with her that morning so I gave her half a dozen little pats on her hand and told her to stand in the corner. If everyday is going to be like that, I'm in for a long one...
"Save the Children"-- Chapter 28, Arthur "Boo" Radley's Perspective
I was sitting on my couch just watching television when I head noises come from the outside. I peered at my window and noticed how dark it was. I love the dark. Next thing I knew, I heard footsteps stomping on the sidewalk outside and what sounded like high pitched screams. Children. The only children to be out this late are Scout and Jem. They must be in trouble! I scrambled in the kitchen to find a knife and snuck out my back door so no one would notice me. There were three shadows under the big oak tree out front. What appeared to be Jem desperately tried running back to his house. Some big man had what looked to be a ham-- Scout-- in a headlock. I sprinted to the man and wrestled him to get Scout free from his hold. The strong smell of whiskey burned my nostrils as I pierced my kitchen knife into the man's flabby stomach. I stood up, panting like a maniac above Scout, noticing that she was unharmed. I waited with Scout until her Aunt Alexandra ran to her. Looks like my job here is done, and the kids are safe.