When I got home I went over to Susie’s hoe and told her all about the mob. She told me that her father was one of the men in the mob. I asked her, “Is your father going to attack Mr.Nopson?” “I hope not.” She replied sounding sad. When I got home, I saw my dad standing in the dining room talking to this man, they were both holding six foot pitch forks. I fell to my knees and begged, “Please father please do not hurt Mr.Nopson please don’t.” he didn’t bother to listen to what I said. He just grabbed my shoulder and told me to go to my room and don’t come out. The next morning I woke up and I began to get ready again and I sat at the dining table waiting for Mr.Nopson to show up but it never happened. When I got to school, I bolted down the hallways towards Ms.Scarlow’s class
Room. She sat outside the classroom crying, so I rushed to her and put my arm around her. She looked up and said slowly, “he’s dead.” I began to catch a tear myself so I went into the classroom and lied my head down and thought to myself “THE