Jem To Kill a Mockingbird
No, sir Atticus
I am not leaving
I am not like a beaver, who runs and hides
In the sight of danger
Who am I, you may ask
A boy who is older, and so much bolder
I will stick by your side Atticus
Sitting in that court room
Everything came to me in a rush
And boom
He is crushed
Why Dad, can they do that
I’m so mad
Now I see how people treat people
Dog eat dog around here
I can’t bear it
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