It was the 1930s and I was in my house in Alabama.
Jem came down the stairs and said, "Hey Jean Louise, remember when we learned a valuable lesson about not killing birds?"
"Please, call me Scout," I said, "And yes. We also we learned to not be racist."
"There are probably no more lessons to be learned," said Jem. Boy, was he wrong.
There was a knock at the door and I opened it. It was Boo Radley.
"Hi guys, it's me, Boo Radley," said Boo Radley.
"Hi Boo, thank you for killing that man who was trying to hurt us in order to take revenge against our father, an honorable lawyer," I said.
"Any time," said Boo. "Even though I seem strange I am still a good person."
"That's true," said Jem.
"So Boo, what brings you by our house?" I said.
"I want to show you something that I worked very hard on," said Boo.
"I am very interested," said Jem.
"I am too," I said.
"Thank you," said Boo. "It is some fan-fiction that I wrote."
"Fan-fiction is boring," said Jem.
"Yea," I said, "It is also lame. I think that even though I have never read it."
"That is not true," said Atticus coming in the room. I called him Atticus even though his real name was Dad.
"But fan-fiction is not a valid form of literature," said Jem.
"You sound just like my teachers," said Boo.
"You should not make fun of mockingbirds for writing fan-fiction, especially if you have never read it, because it might be very good," said Atticus.
"Okay, I will read it," I said. I read Boo Radley's fan-fiction and it was very good. "I like your fan-fiction, Boo, because it shows you care very much about the characters because you made them even cooler than before." Atticus nodded. He had a kick-ass nose ring and it glistened in the light.
"I will read the fan-fiction too," said Jem. He read it and said, "This is very good. I apologize for saying that fan-fiction is boring. It is actually sometimes even more exciting than the original." He did a back-flip.
"I hope you learned a valuable lesson," said Atticus.
"Yes we did," I said. "We learned that we should not make fun of people for writing fan-fiction. In fact, we should look up to them for being brave enough to post their work on the internet."
"What does 'internet' mean?" asked Atticus. "Remember, it's the 1930s." We all laughed.
Then Dill came in and read the fan-fiction. "This is an insult to the author of the original work. By publishing it you also risk breaking copyright laws." Then Dill got hit by a car.
It was the best summer of my life.
Jem came down the stairs and said, "Hey Jean Louise, remember when we learned a valuable lesson about not killing birds?"
"Please, call me Scout," I said, "And yes. We also we learned to not be racist."
"There are probably no more lessons to be learned," said Jem. Boy, was he wrong.
There was a knock at the door and I opened it. It was Boo Radley.
"Hi guys, it's me, Boo Radley," said Boo Radley.
"Hi Boo, thank you for killing that man who was trying to hurt us in order to take revenge against our father, an honorable lawyer," I said.
"Any time," said Boo. "Even though I seem strange I am still a good person."
"That's true," said Jem.
"So Boo, what brings you by our house?" I said.
"I want to show you something that I worked very hard on," said Boo.
"I am very interested," said Jem.
"I am too," I said.
"Thank you," said Boo. "It is some fan-fiction that I wrote."
"Yea," I said, "It is also lame. I think that even though I have never read it."
"That is not true," said Atticus coming in the room. I called him Atticus even though his real name was Dad.
"But fan-fiction is not a valid form of literature," said Jem.
"You sound just like my teachers," said Boo.
"You should not make fun of mockingbirds for writing fan-fiction, especially if you have never read it, because it might be very good," said Atticus.
"Okay, I will read it," I said. I read Boo Radley's fan-fiction and it was very good. "I like your fan-fiction, Boo, because it shows you care very much about the characters because you made them even cooler than before." Atticus nodded. He had a kick-ass nose ring and it glistened in the light.
"I will read the fan-fiction too," said Jem. He read it and said, "This is very good. I apologize for saying that fan-fiction is boring. It is actually sometimes even more exciting than the original." He did a back-flip.
"I hope you learned a valuable lesson," said Atticus.
"Yes we did," I said. "We learned that we should not make fun of people for writing fan-fiction. In fact, we should look up to them for being brave enough to post their work on the internet."
"What does 'internet' mean?" asked Atticus. "Remember, it's the 1930s." We all laughed.
Then Dill came in and read the fan-fiction. "This is an insult to the author of the original work. By publishing it you also risk breaking copyright laws." Then Dill got hit by a car.
It was the best summer of my life.
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