Jem stayed silent for about a week still shocked and terrified of that night. Atticus had tried to get me to crawl under his skin but he wouldn't let me. I hated the second grade but, Jem reassured me that it would get better as I went up in grades. One day after school, we went by the tree and found some blocks of soap with children carved into them. One looked like Jem and the other looked like me. The only person that we could think of was Mr. Avery.
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