Journal #9 Chapters 28-31 from the perspective of Jem

I can't believe it. For the second time in my entire life, I got a chance to spot Boo Radley. And I still didn't get to see him. He was allegedly in our house. For the love of- in our own house! He was so close and yet I was unconscious. And because of who? Bob Ewell, that's who! That scumbag tried to kill me and Scout. I can't believe he wasn't persecuted for harassment or child abuse or something before he tried to get Scout and I. Alright, I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, I outta start at the beginning. So here are me and Scout, walkin' to the pageant. She's dressed up as a piece a' pork, and her costume was made outta chicken wire. Being the gentleman I am, I decided to carry it there for her. Aside from the occasional sharp jab of stray chicken wire, there wasn't any inconveniences along the way. Well, actually, there was one. It was getting dark, and fast. After a while the sun went down faster than you can say Boo Radley, and me and Scout were engulfed in darkness. We got close, and then that lil' guy, oh whats'isname-Cecil Jacobs, comes and jumps at Scout and I in the dark. My overall assessment of the situation was that while I wasn't scared that much, he still got a small jump outta me, so I consented to his braggin' about how he "got us good" n' all that. We then all walked to the pageant