Hey, Amari. My friend asked why are you drawing guns, Holly said. And you know her name.
It's just a picture, Esteban said. A picture can't hurt you It's like the same thing as a poem. But not in words.
Amari held up the piece of paper and aimed it at Holly. Pow.
Mind your business. Now, those are words to go with my picture.
I'm going to tell Ms. Laverne you're up in here threatening people, Holly said.
Amari looked sadder than anything for a minute, like if someone touched his shoulder, he'd start to cry. But then, just like that, his face went back to normal. He held up the paper, aimed it at Holly again and dropped his voice down to a creepy whisper.
What is Amari's biggest concern about being a young person in school? How do you know this?