Author: Zak

At lunch, Scout has a scuff up with Walter for getting her in trouble but Jem stops her and invites Walter to lunch/dinner. Walter and Atticus discuss farm things.Atticus follows Scout outside to ask her if Anything is wrong, he is curios, to which she tells atticus nothing is wrong she just dosn’t feel the best. She tells him that she does not think she should go to school anymore and suggests that atticus teaches her at home. Atticus says no, but will keep reading to her, he promises.

Scout prepares to go to school for the first time, something she has been anticipating. Once she is finally at school she realises her teacher dosn’t have much patients with children ,this is miss Caroline fisher. Miss Caroline dosnt like the fact that atticcus has educated scout to read. a boy named Walter Cunningham has not brought his lunch. Miss Caroline trys to give him a quarter, telling him that he can pay her back tomorrow but Walter keeps refusing, Walter’s family is very poor and walter never takes something he can’t pay back for.

The living conditions of uk prisons should be tightened.

Yes the living conditions should be tightened because right now murderers walk around playing Xbox and communicating with other prisoners, they are not really serving a prison sentence,more just having a good time.

Let’s compare our prisons to another nations, for this example, America. America is very well known for its legal system,how it works and of course it’s prisons. Murderers in american prisons are in a cell 23/7, they are serving 25 years to life and some even face death row. American prisons are certainly much stricter than ours.

But in some way that is the British way of doing it, to some extent you can not compare our prison system to Americans because we are a totally different country and our laws are on different scales.

On the other hand, their are citizens in Britain that purposely commit crimes just to put themselves back in prison,this may be because they need to or because it is so relaxed they enjoy it,now this can be seen as a good thing for them because it allows them a solid three meals a day, and a roof over their head but the prison system is already crowded so all the people doing this accumulates and over crowds our prisons and people that need to be locked up are not being.
Yours sincerely zak bartley.

Harper lee introduces the theme of social contracts in chapter one when Dill,Jem and scout start talking about the face of Boo Radley and Dill says “let’s try to make him come out. At this point you can tell every one was shocked, this may in its self be breaking a social contract because no one ever went into the Radley house, that was made clear by Jem saying “if you wanted to get yourself killed all you had to do was to knock I’m the Radleys door”. Another main point would be when Dill dares Jem to run up to the Radley house and touch it, in this time or maybe in their social contract or in fact maybe just Jem, he never turns down a dare this was also made clear scout stating that Jem never declined a dare.

yes we should, it is our business, is it not? why should others that have not been given permission be allowed to look through our personal activities. its atrocious, think about how you would feel if someone was going through all your personal things, including bank accounts and all your shopping goods. Just think of what people could access, what they could purchase and abuse, just,think.

NO,NO,NO,NO. why in the world would we think that. lets face it, the internet is one big open world that anyone with some kind of knowledge in the computing world can access so much, including your details. but what can we do, it our choice to use it and if you don’t like it, tough, don’t use the internet then.

House parties, psh, what’s the point, full of fake people who just want a drink and to get some free food, cheeky bastards. Either that or I’m just really anti social, ha it’s probably that, I can’t be blamed, they push me away like we don’t even know each other.’Family’.

It seemed my family wanted me to go, not that I liked them anyway, they always assumed I was popular I mean who in their right mind would think a black haired, Goth child would be popular, although they may just be putting it on, trying to act as if I’m popular to give them self some hope to say they haven’t failed in life.

My father turned up, it was more awkward then fun, he was a 6ft big build blonde haired beach b” and my mum was 46 year old drunk women at a party this wasn’t going to end well. I sat in my bedroom with a bit of cake and a drink all night, I thought I might take a trip and walk down the hall towards the steps and I could see my drunken mum dancing away, then They start kissing, it was vaulting, he picked her up and started walking her to the stairs, I tip toed back to my abode.

Several minutes have passed and I start hearing slaps and sobbing, I know what’s going on but as usual I’m too much of a wimp to do anything, I wonder for a few seconds and I catch the view of my packed bag in the corner of the room. With tears in my eyes I grab my coat, run down stairs get a few bottles of water, lace my shoes up and back to my room in all under two minutes.

The house was still full of ‘party animals’ and with tears running down my face now I didn’t want to go through them or for anyone to see me at all. I pack a radio and some spare batteries, along with my flick knife and some food. I didn’t want to go without leaving my mum something so I wrote on a piece of paper saying ‘see you on the other side’.

Then I opened my window hopped out and was on my way.
I woke up in the forest around two miles away from my house, I woke up feeling refreshed and free, which hasn’t been my emotions in a long while. I turn my radio on and sit up against a tree, the wind whistles past my air and I can get a faint smell of autumn. I fall into a relaxed mood which is then broken by a bbc radio talk host who reports of a boy missing, I shudder at the thought of being ‘missing’, the thought of people not knowing where I am, it gives me a buzz.

I thought I might as well keep walking and watching and waiting for something exciting to happen, something to take away all the pain and hatred I have for my father.

My father’s name is jack, jack chikly, he’s never really been there for me he just comes and goes when he feels so and never says hello, and as you have probably guessed hes abusive, how dare he lay a finger upon my mother who does he think he is, bloody goon, and my mother does nothing, nothing at all. One day he will get his up and coming, I will not let an indecent and selfish man walk around this earth touching whoever he feels like.
It’s dark. I’m still trekking through the forest trying to find somewhere to sleep. I’m on high alert, any noise or movements sends my head on the point like a laser. i see someone on the road, well an outline at least, I grasp my flick knife. The figure starts approaching, I get scared, don’t think, i pull out my knife while i flick it out and thrust, stabbing and stabbing until blood runs up my sleeve.
That’s when it all began.

Obviously. That’s why they exist… So that we could exploit them. If the society’s paying someone millions of pounds for seemingly undeserving fame or notoriety, they better do a job worth millions of pounds with the only talent they have – to be an interesting person, both privately and publicly.