To Kill A Mockingbird: A Short Story

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The banging on the floor did not stop. My foot, up and down, slamming against the ground, all while I softly shivered. I had been preparing the whole day for my speech. The day before, my grandparents and other relatives arrived, and had been anxiously waiting to go and see my presentation. I was presenting with Connor, who had gotten his eagle a little after me during that summer. We were planning to have our court of honor together since we were in eighth grade. Somehow, the day finally came. At seven o’clock, right after dinner, the ceremony began. All of my relatives and friends were in the audience, as well as Connor’s. To top it all off, the two people I respected most in the world were sitting there: my uncle and my previous scoutmaster.…show more content…
It wasn’t that it was bad, I just had to practice it frantically many times that day in front of the mirror. I almost knew every line without looking by now, so I felt like I could read it fine without sounding too bad. Still glaring at me, the audience fell dead silent, and I knew it was my turn to begin. I guess I should introduce myself first. “I am Andy Smith, an Eagle Scout from troop 2860.” So far, so good. My voice echoed around the room. The whole thing really wasn’t that bad. Everyone was smiling, and had a generally proud look to their faces. I kept reading, up until I came across a little joke that I had written. I told it, but did not expect the whole room to outburst in laughter like they did. Maybe I wasn’t doing so bad after all. This little bit of confidence echoed throughout my body, and I got a boost of energy and excitement. The blackness that had previously commandeered my vision returned to where it came from, and I saw the loving faces of my family and friends emerge once again into my…show more content…
As I reached my final words, my gut tightened. The last word escaped through my breath, and all became silent. Did they like it? A burst of heat, worry, and shock ripped through me. What if they compared it to Connor’s, and thought his was way better? I knew I should have prepared it earlier than that day. My mood sank, and I realised my faults. Suddenly, starting in the far back of the room, a small clapping started. The room suddenly erupted with an overwhelming round of applause, camera flashes, and joyous smiles. An overwhelming amount of relief and glee overtook my worries. Stepping off of the stage, Connor shook my hand, and I sat down next to him. “Wow, Andy, that was better than mine,” he
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