From the Perspective of Mayella Violet Ewell:
Today was a very interesting day. It was the day that the town gathered for the trial. I would have to go to the witness stand and give “my” story about what happen. It wasn't exactly the real story, but it would be the one I would have to tell unless I wanted my dad dead or in jail. He was making me tell a story that wasn't the truth, and I am a horrible liar. I had to just play the victim and act like I was telling the truth.
When it came to me being called up, I was a nervous wreck. I tried to repeat the same information that my father had said just a few minutes before, but it was hard to remember it all. I never had a good memory.
The real story of what happened was that I felt very lonely. My family wasn't very loving or supportive of me and I always stayed under the radar. Being poor encumbered me greatly in life, even though I tried to be as amiable as possible. I had no friends, nobody to confide in. I resorted in rebellion. I knew my father would not approve of boys or anything of the sort, so that is what I did. I didn't really want a boyfriend, especially a black boyfriend, but I had to be rebellious, it would save me a lot of loneliness.
The one time I did something rebellious my father caught me. Then the court case. I knew I had to protect my fathers side of the story even though I resented and begrudged him at the same time. He abused me, but I knew I could not reveal that to the jury, not in front of him at least. That would only make it worse. I decided to stay true to his side instead of my side only out of fear that he would beat me later. Anything he did however would probably not dispel of my rebelliousness. I wasn't religious, so the swear to tell the truth meant nothing to me.
My story did not hold up well when it was mixed with the nerves. I stuck true to what my father told me to say at least. When I was questioned however, I didn't have a clue what to say. I was nothing but oblivious to all of the people staring at my apparent lies, but I could do nothing to make it seem more true. I did come up with one clever way to deal with my easily seen lies, play the victim. I was good at that because I was a victim, of a different crime however. I tried hard to make people sorry for me, and at least it was better then telling lies that everyone knew were false. After all of this, at least I made it through the day without being beaten by my father as much as I expected to be.
2 comments:
1. I thought that the framer in your post was actually good. The only thing was in the top of the forth paragraph there was a short sentence “then the court case.” That wasn’t really improper grammar but it just sounds cut off but it’s still really good.
2. You did a really good job doing Mayella’s perspective. I thought it was good because of how you did it even though it didn’t describe what happened. I really liked it.
ps I deleted the other response because I messed up on it.
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