That's it. I ain't takin' this anymore. I ain't gonna sit around all day an' night when my own folks don't give a damn 'bout their kid's well being.

Could be me exaggeratin', 's not like they mistreat me or anythin'. In fact, they get me anythin' I want; so much so that I almost feel like one of those rich kids.

But that's it. After that its,'we gave you what you wanted, so go to your room and leave us alone.' Alright, they ain't so direct, but the meaniing's still the same. Clear as day they don't want me there loiterin' around, disturbin' the peace, yadda yadda.

Dad once said I ain't a boy; boys get out and play baseball with other boys, they don't hang around the house worryin' their folks. Gotta say I reckon that's 'cause other boys' folks love their kids as much as their kids love them; they don't see the need to stay in the house to try an' make their folks notice them, even just the slighest bit. 'S too bad I ain't similar to them.

Sure, my folks do hug and kiss me good night and good mornin' and goodbye and sometimes even tell me they love me. But I know they don't mean what they say. They ain't bein' sarcastic or anythin', they just don't feel that way. 'Cause, as folks say, the eyes are the window to your soul.

A family's gotta always keep together, care an' be there for one another. At least, that's what I heard. An', from what I've seen of Scout and Jem's relationship with their dad and even Cal, I'd say whoever came up with that saying's pretty much right. Of course, the same can't be applied to me and my folks, not with a Dad who can't even be bothered to take some time to build a simple wooden boat with his own son, like he promised.

I'm leavin'. They should be goin' out soon, or so I heard. Once they're gone, I'm gonna get out of this damn place, use my money to buy a ticket on the train to Maycomb, where the people who are my real family are. I ain't gonna stay in a house where Dad an' Mum ain't like Dad an' Mum. They get on a lot better without me anyway. I can't help them any. I'm sorta glad I won't get to see the relief on their faces when they find out I've gone.

Name's Charles Baker Harris. Folks call me Dill though. Friends with Jem and Scout ; spend all of summer with 'em. Currently interested in the Radley Place. An' Scout, of course. Goin' on seven, and I can read. Same thing goes for Jem an' Scout. Guess birds of a feather do flock together.

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Dracula
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Man Ping - Jem
Ivy - Burris Ewell
Dayna - Jem
Yun Teng - Scout
Feng Ling - Miss Caroline
Joshua - Scout
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