I was walking down the street to arrive home, and drink a warm cup of coffee because it was very cold outside. I was
avid to go home because I wanted to be in inside a warm place where your hands are not freezing or turning purple, so I put on my jacket in a
cursory manner as I was speed-walking through the street.
As I got home, an anonymous person was opening the door of Mrs. Caulfield's house. I didn't know what it was, but I squinted my eyes and try to figure out if could identify it. It was very dark and the only thing that was visible was the light pole I was standing next to. As he came outside, I noticed that he hadn't stolen anything, but I started wondering if he did something to Phoebe.
Then, I realized that he started to walk towards me, so I gingerly hid myself behind the light pole, but I was trembling in fear, wishing for him not to notice me. I heard his footstep come closer and closer, but in my mind, I thought the man had noticed me until he said something weird.
"Thank you Allie, thank you for not letting me get caught." I recognized that voice, but I still wasn't sure of who it was. As he said thank you again and again, it reverberated in my mind. After saying thank you about 20 times, I finally came to my conjecture. I walked away from the pole, and I saw this young man with a black jacket, jeans, and a backpack. I finally recognized him.
"For the love of god. It you, Holden Cau...." He covered my mouth with his cigaret smelling hand.
"Shhh, goddamn it. Don't scream my name. Mostly, who are you and how do you know me?" He took his hand away and took a fue steps back.
"I'm your neighbor, Casey Shields, do you remember?" He looked at me from top to bottom, but the only thing I noticed was his grimace on him face, not that it made a difference with his normal face.
"Oh yeah, Its been a long time since I've seen you." I knew he was lying, but I didn't mind. He seemed like an affable person compared to the last time I played with him. I remember he would pilfer my dolls and torture them as much as he could.
We sat down on a bench and we stroke up a conversation about how our lives were going . He seemed lackadaisical about it, so I changed the subject and made it concise so that he wouldn't get bored.
Spontaneously, he started to talk about his brother Allie. I think I must have said something that evoked him to talk about his brother. You could see his despondent disposition when he was talking about Allie, and how Allie wrote an anthology of poems in his baseball mitt. He stopped talking for 15 seconds, looking at the light pole. He turned around to face me and said something that almost made me fall off the bench.
"Wanna escape with me and move to the West?" He entreated me to go and he gave me an interminable story of how we were going to lives in the West. Holden had no inkling that I wasn't paying attention to him after he asked me to move West. I was still shocked because of his offer, but I didn't want to seem rude, so I pretended I was paying attention.
Holden is very audacious, but his mind is filled with impossible things. He is not so conscientious about things. He never thinks before saying things, and I know that if he asked many people the same thing, they would rebuff his offer again and again. I Didn't have a choice, so I said I couldn't go. I was trying to be polite and not hurt his feelings, but he went on a tirade about how everyone was the same and never gave a chance to anything. I got very annoyed, so I just stood up, said good night, and went home. After that night, I didn't see him again.
My cover is about Scout, the protagonist of To Kill a Mockingbird, looking inside the big oak tree where Boo Radley would place different objects for her and her brother, Jem, were to find inside. I also drew the objects that Boo Radley had placed inside the oak tree, and a Mocking bird. 
