Journal #5 Chapters 13-15 Perspective of Dill

It was one day when I wanted to spend time with my mom and my new dad, but they kept saying go play with your toys, and then went into a room and shut the door. I guess them getting me toys was a compensation for me letting them be a lone, but I still didn't like it.I began to notice this happening a lot. I felt so a lone I felt like they didn't like me. It was getting near supper and mother was cooking. I was in my room playing, and she called me down for supper. I ran down stairs and took a seat at the table. We were having soup. She set a bowl in front of me and I grabbed a spoon and started slurping. After dinner they disappeared into a room. I had to do the dishes. I didn't like this anymore and I thought they would do better off with out me. I walked up the steep stairs with my head down watching my feet as I made it to my room. I opened the door and as my hand touched the cold metal door knob I had a thought. I opened the door and jumped onto my bed and bounced up and down. I landed on my butt and thought to myself. I'm going to run away. That night I waited for silence. I waited a while and kept quiet to listen to my parents door shut. I heard some giggles and a faint click. I slowly crept out of bed. I pulled my covers off, and slowly scooted myself off the bed. I leaned on the bed, and the bed squeaked. I tiptoed into the hall and down stairs to mothers purse. I searched for the purse and found it laying on top of a wooden table. I opened it and took thirteen dollars. I held the money in my hand and then tiptoed out the back door. I then ran away to catch the nine o'clock train where I payed for my ticket. It was a long trip, but I had the chance to relax on the train ride. I was dropped off at the Maycomb Junction, and then walked ten to fourteen miles. It seemed endless. I dragged my feet and I looked up. I spotted a cotton wagon and hid behind some bushes. I then snuck towards the cotton wagon and jumped on. The cotton wagon went straight into town. I jumped of the cotton wagon when the neighborhood looked a little familiar and found my way to the Finch's house.
I looked up at it and could hear loud voices. I looked around and went around to the back of the house and entered through the back door. Up stairs was quiet so I ran up the stairs trying to be quiet. I entered Scouts room and looked around. I heard someone coming upstairs so I slid under the bed trying to make myself fit. I heard people talking. It was Jem and Scout. I couldn't make out what they were saying but suddenly I could hear them fight. I tried to see what was going on because it became very quiet. I slid my self upwards to see through the door. Standing their was Atticus. His voice deepened and he started to talk to Scout and Jem about living up to their name, and how they were Finch's. He said that they had to start acting like Finch's now. Atticus left the room and Scout and Jem went to bed. Scout jumped into bed and it startled me so I moved. I knew she heard me because she ran into Jem's room. "Jem, I think there is a snake under my bed," Scout said.
"Are you playing a joke on me?" Jem asked Scout.
They both walked into the room and Jem used a broom and swept under the bed. I grunted. I then decided that I had to come out sooner or later so I emerged from out under the bed and said "Hey!" I was happy to see Scout again.
They looked at me in shock. "Dill, what are you doing here?" Asked Scout with her eyes shocked from what she is seeing. I explained. I first started out with a fake story to impress Scout, but then I told them what really happened. I told the how I acquired money from my moms purse, and then went on. Jem then went and told Atticus about me being here, and I was shocked he would tell. Atticus came upstairs and stared at me with a pensive expression. I didn't know what he was going to do. Atticus then spoke and offered me leftover food. I couldn't believe those words tumbled out of his mouth, although I was pretty hungry. I begged not to tell my Aunt Rachel, but he did anyways and explained to her that I would be spending the night. That night I met another Finch, Auntie Alexandra. I heard Atticus talking to Mrs. Rachel on the phone. I wanted to listen, but I was preoccupied eating left overs. It was a nice night, and I slept with Scout, and as we talked that night I drifted asleep.