Journal #3
Chapter 8-9
Perspective of Francis

Dear Diary,
I hate that Jean Louise Finch! She down right trash! Her fathers a Nigger lover too, which just makes their family that much more despicable. It’s a down right disgrace to the Finch name to be defending a Nigger like Atticus is. I am truly ashamed to call him my uncle.
We encountered each other at the Finch Landing for a Christmas gathering. I didn’t like her from the beginning. The way Grandma had gossiped that she wasn’t a real Finch lady, and would never be. And how she and her brother would not act in a proper manner. I first talked to her about what we had gotten for Christmas. I had gotten everything I had wanted, but when I asked her, she said something that bored me so. I could see why aunty disliked her. Then the whole family sat down to eat dinner, except for one.
I was secretly laughing in my mind that Jean Louise Finch was sitting’ isolated from the rest of us at the kiddy table. I was fanatical about the though of that talkative annoying brat, sitting all alone without a soul to chat with. Aunty Alexandria said that she isolated her from everyone else because she was immature and would possibly throw something at us. I completely supported this though of my auntie’s. I was even more satisfied when she begged her father to ask aunty if she could sit at the big table, but even her father turned her down. I was quite pleased
After dinner, I sat on the step adjacent to Jean Louise Finch and started a conversation. She started talking about that Dill character that Grandma had mention earlier. It was my pleasure to break the news to her that her special friend, Dill, didn’t even have a home. He just went from house to house, relative to relative. She tried to turn what I was saying turned into a debate. I then proceeded to tell her that the rest of the family, especially Grandma, think that it is bad enough Atticus lets his children run wild, but to be a Nigger lover is just disgraceful. She was livid with anger at that point. When I said he was ruining the family, you should have seen her face. I got up and ran so she wouldn’t hurt me as I shouted out, “Nigger Lover!”. She tried to say he wasn’t, but everyone else knew he was. I suppose Atticus hadn’t yet told the children that he was defending a Nigger, he was probably trying to protect them.
I ran into the kitchen to try to hide from that insane child by going to aunty. I told aunty she wouldn’t let me leave and she wanted to beat me up. Aunty told her she heard her curse and to not do it again, and in addition to that order, she said to leave me alone. She didn’t bother for a while, but then when I said Nigger Lover for one last time, she couldn’t take it. I had really rattled her. So much, that she punched me in the face. I didn’t know girls could punch that hard.
I thought that a spat that big there would for sure be repercussions to what I had said, but to my delight, there weren’t any. To tell you the truth I was quite perplexed at the fact that I didn’t get in any trouble. I guess Jean Louise Finch was to much of man to tell on me. In the end, I think I had the last laugh considering I got away with it, while she got spanked by Uncle Jack.

Until next encounter,
Francis Finch