To Kill A Mockingbird from a new Perspective "Point of View" Assignment by Jason Yeung


Point of View: Miss Maudie

I was awakened by a strong smell of smoke coming from the first floor. "FIRE!" Moments later I was out of my house hoping not to get caught in the catastrophe. Atticus rushed out of his house and to my side as I called out for help. He told me to stay back while him and some other men went in and recovered whatever furniture there might be. Even though there was some trouble getting water to my collapsing house, luckily the flames didn't spread to any other houses. The next morning, I gazed at my charred azaleas when the Finches returned my hedge-clippers. I wonder how this happened. Oh... It must've been the little bonfire I kept for my potted plants last night. Well, you can't change the past. Despite this incident, there is still the future and what lies ahead. It's a good thing that ancient pig pen burned down, why, I always wanted a smaller house and a bigger garden where I could plant my azaleas.


Point of View: Jem

I've never seen Atticus like this before. I always thought of him as a feeble dad who was much older than the other fathers at school, considering he's nearly fifty. All he does is work in an office and not really do anything that gets recognition. I'm a football nut and Atticus is always willing to let me chase him, but I can't tackle him because he's "too old for that." Watching that liver-colored Tim Johnson slowly come into sight and walk towards us with a dedicated look was painful. The concentration and calming nature Atticus showed when he took the shot was nothing I've never seen before. Despite nearly being blind in his left eye, Atticus managed to hit Tim Johnson right in his head. How was he ever able to do this, it usually takes me ten minutes to aim before I can hit somethin'. When Atticus passed by, I just stood there shocked with no words, later thinking about how Miss Maudie said his old nickname was Ol' One-Shot Finch.


Point of View: Atticus

Where did Scout and the others come from? They shouldn't be out at night, especially in a place like this. These men aren't the type to communicate or reason. I tried to keep a composed face as the situation started getting more intense. I told Walter to go back home before Heck Tate shows up. Another man in the crowd responded saying how he probably won't be back 'til morning time. I stared into the crowd, waiting for some helpful miracle to happen. Then out of nowhere, Scout emerges from the bodies in the crowd with a very cheerful "H-ey, Atticus." I had a flash of fear radiating into Scout, hoping that she would realize this wasn't a place for children. I tried convincing Jem to go home with Scout and Dill, but that boy just stood there adamant about his decision. Scout saw Mr. Cunningham in the crowd and went up to him, trying to make conversation. Walter had no reaction and sort of looked uncomfortable. The next thing I knew, Walter squatted down next to Scout, said something, and then told his mob to clear out. How it only took a child to make a group of men come back to their moral senses is an enigma to me.


Point of View: Bob Ewell

I started following the Finch kids in the shadows, waiting for the perfect oportunity. As they approached the end of the deer pasture, I pulled out my pocket knife. I'm gonna make these kids pay for what their father did to me. This is the last time that Atticus Finch tarnishes my name in the community. He's not gonna get away this time. I have no problem with doing this, I just drank some whiskey, and the kids will be a satisfying alternate to actually killing Atticus. The oldest kid then started yelling to his little ham dressed sister to run away. I quickly grabbed Jem's arm and jerked it back towards the ground. "I got you good." I heard the crunch in the kid's arm and it was lights out for him. The little ham decided to run into me, so I picked her up and tried to squeeze the air out of her. Suddenly, I was on the ground, and standing there was this unsteady man who began to tackle me again. I felt a sharp pain near my belly, it was an eight inch knife sticking out from under my rib cage. I lied next to the Radley tree, gasping for air while the light got darker, and dark.


This project on To Kill A Mockingbird was very insightful on how other's feel, and what it's like to be in their shoes, just like Atticus said. It was difficult to start each entry, as there are so many possibilities of how that one character might be feeling if no text description explained how that person felt. This story was all from Scout's perception, and she did help with some parts of the writing when it came to describing the surroundings. When I went more in depth with the story-line and character values, it really showed me how deeply these characters developed a theme that shaped around them. By the end of this book and writing in the perspective of Bob Ewell, it is clear that this book emphasis on inequalities in life and racism in the 1930's. This project also made me reflect on the innocence children have, and how they don't really have a firm understanding of how things in society work. Scout grows up in the end when she makes an analogy between exposing Boo to the media, to killing a mockingbird.


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