Jem, Scouts older brother, was Scout’s only sibling. Jem and Scout had an unbelievable connection, but like any other siblings they did fight. While they were both starting school, Jem had told Scout that they can’t play together at school like they did at home. As Jem being the older child, his reputation meant a lot to him and Scout wouldn’t understand it just yet. Jem did reassure Scout that they would still be able to play at home, but just not at school. A lot of people can relate to this situation if they have siblings. I have an older brother and a younger sister, so being the middle child gives me the opportunity to see Jem’s point of view as well as Scout’s. My older brother is two years older than me, and when I started school he didn’t want anything to do with me. At home we would always play soccer or shoot some hoops in our tiny backyard. He would always win of course because he was much taller and more experienced than I was. However, at school he would despise me like I was a piece of bread molding in the pantry. The only time my older brother would want to be seen with me was when his friends would come up to me and ask if I was his younger sister. My older brother would be so proud to be my sibling because all of his friends thought I was a smaller version of him. Of course being the little evil, cute, princess I was, I told his friends the nasty things he does at home. “You know he picks his nose and puts his
Jem, Scouts older brother, was Scout’s only sibling. Jem and Scout had an unbelievable connection, but like any other siblings they did fight. While they were both starting school, Jem had told Scout that they can’t play together at school like they did at home. As Jem being the older child, his reputation meant a lot to him and Scout wouldn’t understand it just yet. Jem did reassure Scout that they would still be able to play at home, but just not at school. A lot of people can relate to this situation if they have siblings. I have an older brother and a younger sister, so being the middle child gives me the opportunity to see Jem’s point of view as well as Scout’s. My older brother is two years older than me, and when I started school he didn’t want anything to do with me. At home we would always play soccer or shoot some hoops in our tiny backyard. He would always win of course because he was much taller and more experienced than I was. However, at school he would despise me like I was a piece of bread molding in the pantry. The only time my older brother would want to be seen with me was when his friends would come up to me and ask if I was his younger sister. My older brother would be so proud to be my sibling because all of his friends thought I was a smaller version of him. Of course being the little evil, cute, princess I was, I told his friends the nasty things he does at home. “You know he picks his nose and puts his