The men chasing her had no qualms about beating a child to death; breaking every bone and making her scream before slitting her throat.
No-body cared about her, she was just an homeless, orphan upstart who had pissed off their Boss.
JL, as all the other kids of the streets referred to her, was Queen.
Every-one knew it.
She was but 12 years old and she had 18 year olds beating on kids that didn't do as she said.
Every-one feared her.
She knew that without fear she would loose everything she fought so hard to get was gone.
She had to be cold, ruthless, and she hadn't been a child since she was six.
Her close partners in crime called her Jelly for short.
This was a term of affection but also a warning, as Jean would fly into fits of furious jealousy.
"Excuse me, mister, but why're you sittin' all alone there?"
He turned to look at me, and I could see that he had a scar on his forehead, like he had been hit rather fiercely.
"Are you hungry? Calpurnia's makin' corn bread for supper, an' I bet there'd be enough for you."
"But I cannot repay you for it, I cannot even pay my bus fare..." He trailed off, looking around him. He didn't seem to feel very at home, and I can't recall ever seeing him before that day. From the way he was absorbing the sights and sounds of the town, I guessed he had come a long way from home.
"Then how'd you get here, mister? Didja walk?"
He shook his head, then let it drop into his hands. "I do
Where the heat of the yellow sun washes over you.
From the big house of birds,
Finches, there since the beginning.
I am from justice;
The law is what I work for.
From the courthouse
With the lazy judge.
Dozing Dozing Awake!
I am from the innocent.
I defend those without a chance; race is inconsequential.
No point in noticing it at all;
Inconsequential, in the eyes of the law, my commander, my general.
I am from the children;
They are my every breath.
Their muddy faces, their shining eyes, peering up at me.
Twinkling smiles, tinkling laughs;
I am from the children.
By: Gimmi Luv
Summery: Detective Jean Louise Morris is new to Orlando, FL after transferring in from Denver, CO. Her first case started out as a simple homicide and quickly escalates into tracking a malicious serial killer. Not bad for a newbie, right?
-Chapter One: Welcome to Orlando, Florida-
Jean watched the tall buildings of Orlando through the back window of her taxi. She was fresh off a red eye from Denver to Orlando in order to start her new job. Although Jean was sad to leave her home state of Colorado behind, she was looking forward to a fresh start.
Heres your stop, maam, the cab driver turned to look at her.
Thanks, Jean smiled and paid him after exiting the cab. She then looked up at her new work place.
Once inside the silence was broken by ringing phones, conversations by the coffee machine, and the rustle of paperwork being filled out. As she stood there observing the squad room someone bumped into her f
She might not have been well liked or the supreme nail-biting experience; however, Mrs. Dubose imposed a powerful teaching on Jem and Scout. Mrs. Dubose, on her deathbed and in her coffin, taught the children one of the lessons, where Atticus had tried and failed to t