The snap of gunshots could be heard from the other side of the highway that ran past the school.
“They’re shooting the dogs!” Some of the boys whooped and darted out the double glass doors into the parking lot.
One of the teachers, a gray-haired woman in blue padded overalls, pulled a remote from her pocket. The doors slid shut and locked. “It’s nothing, people,” she said.
“My Brando is out. They’re going to shoot my Brando.” A girl in a pink sweater was slapping her hands against the glass.
“If he’s out, he deserves to be shot,” said a boy...more