TKAM Journal #6 from the perspective of Dill :)

Why can't I belong to the Finches?! Eh? Tell, me, why! Truthfully, I'm not mad. It's not that I hate my step dad, but I feel like one of those pepped little dogs who's owner don't want him no more and there for...what's the pup gonna do? Starve to ashes 'cause he is neglected by narcissistic owners? Well I don't want to be that pup, for sure. Hitch-hiking through towns, and taking trains was by far the bravest thing I'd ever done. I won't ever forget, when I a boarded that train something creepy happened. I felt so alone, and so impromptu that my mind was glued on, "What I'm gonna do next."
I feared that by the time I would arrive at Scouts, they would send meh on back to Meridian.
I felt a large, nasty finger about the size of a hot dog sausage sink into my shoulder. As I turn, the unpleasant view of a skinny man, towering over me, with olive skin and cinnamon hair that was unruly.

"You... you..." The elderly man's encumbered eyes trailed off. They were the color of bleached water in a stone fountain because they were lit like wet stones.

My knees where clammy and solid stiff. I gently pushed his finger off my shoulder, and what do you know, with a flash he slides it back were it was on the area of my shoulder were it is softer and fragile. I did not say a word but had a amiable face and was eager to leave the train. To gods grace, the doors of the train thrusted open. When people rushed in like a river, I was the boat, fighting against the crashing waves (a.k.a shoving elbows, knees, and large purses)
When I had arrived at the Finches house, I had hid under Scouts bed. Honestly, I felt so sweaty and lethargic, I couldn't lift my head and my eye lids got so heavy, I could peer out under the bed. The carpeting was so spongy, there was know need for a pillow or blanket. I wanted to indulge the soft cut carpet because of my hunger. Those few minutes of sleep, my mind fleeted into a quick dream. A light red-gold house (the color of rosy cheeks on mulatto skin) with 8 brown doors, with 8 red doors mixed in with each other. 5 of the brown and red doors where open, the other's were sealed shut. The sky was a burning blue, and completed the scenery. The dream was over. I had no time to figure out what the dream fully meant because there was a fluctuation rushing through the carpet, and the carpets small hairs roughly tickled my face, with every beat on the carpet. Carpets gotta pulse. I thought to my self, then I thought back on the dream and decided that it was trying to tell meh something about the world where some people get along and some don't. And the house was earth, I think. When I crept out from under the bed, I heard my back and finger knuckles crack. It felt good, but I didn't try to stretch because the popping sound was to loud and I didn't want to get caught. But when I got to my feet, and tip-toed over to the door frame, someone had crept open a door. A narrow white light escaped out of it. I ducked and found two little feet in front of me. So I panicked and coiled my self back up under the bed. Then came the prickly broom. At first when the lights went on, I saw a massive brown shadow coming towards me, and then came the dust and then what felt like a porcupine on my face. When I rose form the bed, Scout and Jem looked at me with startled looks. I couldn't help but smiling with vindictiveness, complacently.

"How'd you get in here?" Was all they wanted to know.