If you've read "Tom Sawer", you'll know a lot about me. But if you haven't , it doesn't matter because now I'm going to tell you about myself.
My mother died soon after I was born and my father,a drunkard, treated me badly. He beat me so often that I ran away from him and lived like a wild boy in the woods. The naughtiest boys of the town were my friends and the chief of them was Tom Sawyer.
Tom Sawyer and I had many exciting adventures together and a great deal of fun. However, those happy times came to an end when Widow Douglas, in the kindness of her heart, took me into her house , intending to bring me up as her son. Widow Douglas was very kind to me but I was unhappy in her house. I felt that I was in prison. I had to wash every day,to put on clean clothes and I even had to wear shoes . I couldn't eat when I liked but only at fixed meal-times. When Widow Douglas rang a bell, I had to sit down at a table, using a knife and fork to eat. I had to go to bed early and stay in a bed all through the night.
