Secret Diary of Boo Radley

August 15th, 1932

Dear Diary,
 The rumors fly. I can hear hem all the time. From my small, basement window, I can see little kids spying. I know they think I'm crazy but I'm not. It's kind of fun watching through the dusty window. I really like to hear how much the story changes once it passes through several people. Even though I enjoy watching them, I also hate it. I don't know what I did but even the adults steer away from my house. For once I would like to be trusted. Oh well, I can have my fun still. Let them think I'm dangerous.-Boo Radley (Kendra)

August 31, 1932
Dear Diary,
Tonight my dad was shooting at a "prowler" or "intruder" at least that is what he thought. Bu earlier I saw those three kids sneaking up to the house. I wouldn't have noticed them if it wasn't for the gate that made a loud noise. I'm not sure exactly what they were trying to do but I'm sure that it had something to do with me. T walk up to my house, those kids were very brave, especially for the things that they have been saying about me. The kid who came back for his pants must have been terrified after thinking he was being shot at. I hope one day people will be able to see the real me and know that what they thought before was never true. -Boo Radley (Jessica)

During August 31, 1932 these intruders came on my property. They were little kids not adults I mean little. I saw three of them. I think it was the same three kids that I saw last time. But I don't know because I see a lot of little kids running around, these ones seem different from the rest. Because they are curious little youngsters and just want to have some fun. To creep up on Boo's house, Jem has to be very quiet so he isn't heard by anybody. All I want to do is be able to go outside for one day that's it. the rumors I hear from outside my basement window are horrible. They really shouldn't be prejudice against me. they don't know what has happened with my life. They don't know if I'm an ugly man. It really hurts my feelings. When I heard the gun shot I felt bad because it as my dad doing it to some other kid. I makes me feel sad for hem and guilty.
-Boo Radley (Taylor R.)

October 4th, 1932
Dear Dairy,
I think the young boy that is trying to see me finally understands that I am not the bad person everyone thinks that I am. That night they snuck into our courtyard I wanted to help them, but I knew I had to stay in the spot my father told me to stay. All of a sudden I heard the bang of the door, my father slammed the door shut behind him, so I rushed out to the backyard. Grasping, folding, holding the boys pants that got tangled in the wire; I quickly put them on the fence, worried about seeing my dad. Once inside I peer out my window at the young boy grabbing his pants. A gun shot pierces into the air and the young boy is gone in a swift movement. I want to stay in contact with the the boy prove that I am not the monster everyone thinks that I am.  I put objects in a tree that will show the boy who I really am, I don't think my father will put up the charade for long though.
- Boo Radely (Janeigh)

October 7th, 1932
Tick, Tick, Tick. Candlelight flickered as my knife scraped across the engraved surface of the wood. A finished doll laid in my lap, smiling up a me. It's smile seemed to brighten the flickering light around it, its aura bringing joy to my lonely heart. Tick, Tick, Tick. My pocket watch was no longer with me, though I could still hear its consecutive tick. he notches that ruled my days, the ticks that ran my life, were my only colleague. Tick, Tick, Tick. Wondering, pondering, questioning existence I spent my days encased in my tomb buried alive in this moldy cellar. Tick, Tick, Tick.
-Boo Radley (Eli)

October 12th, 1932
Today the Finch kids found the dolls. I do hope that they like them. Those took me almost two weeks. I really tried to capture both Jem and Scout's true features. Many things, trinkets and mementos, I have put into that old tree. The medal, the watch, and many others. I recall very clearly the day I received that medal. I was in the sixth grade and it was the final word of the spelling bee. How surprised I was that I won. The watch. Aah the watch, something very dear and close to my heart. Most fathers' hand down their pocket watch to their son. It's a kind of ritual; a tradition. Although, they may not truly know it, I've drawn very close to those kids and Jem is almost as a son to me. So therefore I put that shiny silver thing heir to give him almost a piece of me. My father has cemented up the tree, however. It makes me very angry to know that now I cannot continue to give those kids anything that way now. Oh well I'll just have to find another way.
-Boo Radley (Abi)

February 29, 1933
Today I put my last treasure in the tree for the boy to discover. So far I've put my possessions in it, like my school medal, a pocket watch, and two dolls I made for of them. The dolls were the last object, afterwards my dad put concrete all over it to keep me from putting my things in it. I won't give up, I will find a way to reveal the truth without my father knowing. I think it's time to show those kids who I am so they won't be afraid of me anymore. Running, hiding, frightening, my father doesn't like any one.
-Boo Radley (Jacob)

March 2, 1933
Diary,
I watched from my window and smiled as the two children next door took the gift I had left them in the knot in the tree. Two carved dolls, mean't to match their likeness. The smile on the little girls face made my life seem brighter. Their happiness made my heart flutter. Maybe one day I would stand by their side. As the two stood, talking of the carvings I saw a shadow creep across the tree. My father brought his head around the tree making the to jump. In his hands were a troul and a box of cement. Without a word he slid in front of the two children and shoveled the cement into the tree, scowling at the two as he so. No. The only way of communicating was gone. Lost. Forever. I closed my eyes. "NO!" I cried. The only world I knew was falling apart by the seams.
-Boo Radley (Ciana)

Spring 1933
Dear Diary, School is out for kids, so they are everywhere on he streets. Th two kids I've been keeping an eye on, finally came across the items I've been putting in he tree. To pull them closer to me, I must leave items to show that I'm not a monster. I still remember when they snuck their filthy  bodies onto my lot. I know these kids are strong hearted at everything they do. So if I get them to realize I'm not a monster. And no matter anybody says, I know who I am ,and that not a monster. From my window, I see people having a great social life, while I just remain hidden in my bird cage. Birds need to be let go and explore the world they're living in. Especially a mocking bird.
-Boo Radley (Hailey)

October 31st, 1933
Today I saved two lives. Not just only lives but the life of Jem and Scout. Today I held Jem in my arms. Today I held Scout's little hand. Today I showed myself. Hiding in the shadows listening to people shatter about the monster they thought I was. But today I emerge. Awestruck, their little game is over. It felt good to have someone see the real me. Not Boo Radley, but Arthur Radley. The quiet neighbor who no one knows. Now Scout knows me. Jem will know me from Scout. Maybe the neighborhood will get new rumors, ones more exciting. More accurate. Today was the day i will cherish forever.-Boo Radley (Mia)