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had actually drawn a little smiley face underneath.
Lucas rebelliously dropped the paper into the pool of his blood and stared at the bailiff with such an intense hatred that I knew if we did get out of there, that bailiff was going to die painfully.
“ Where’s the justice in this trial?” my brother roared, clearly unable to hold his emotions in any longer. “You’re gonna listen to a murderer? Somebody who’s directly responsible for the death of two innocent girls! What kind of court is this? Your prosecutor looks like a deranged idiot, and the bailiff clearly needs to be in a rubber room and on some very strong medication! On top of that, you, Your Honor, can’t even remember to put your shoes on in the morning, yet you fine my friend for bleeding!”
Everything in the courtroom stopped, and no one said a word for a moment. The strange women in the back even stopped their quiet chanting, the stenographer stopped typing, and the prosecutor somehow managed to stop his nervous tic. They all just stared at my brother, who was visibly fuming, his nostrils flaring and his chest heaving with every breath he took. It was silent like that for what seemed like eternity. My brother and the judge were caught in a stare-down, neither one willing to give way. Then, just as suddenly as it stopped, it started again—except now the insanity multiplied.
The women began their chanting again, but others started up with their own nuttiness. A man stood up on the bench and started screaming out a list of all the different ways we could die. A couple near the front started talking to the departed ghost of Jason, asking him questions about the afterlife. The others joined in, as if they were caught in some kind of group hallucination, staring at and conversing with some invisible entity that wasn’t even there. It was as if someone had filled the room with nitrous oxide gas, and everyone was off their rocker ten times more than before—everyone except for the mayor, stark still, staring at us with those murderous eyes.
“ We will talk more to Jason later. Let’s continue, shall we? Will the prosecution please call their next witness?” the judge screamed over all of the noise.
Nick stared in disbelief and finally sank into his chair.
They called up every single man and woman who was in the group that had pulled us over, and we listened to the same well-rehearsed crap story time and time again.
“ Very well. I think it’s Jason’s turn to take the stand,” the judge said.
I looked at Nick, and he just shrugged in defeated disbelief. The courtroom was eerily quiet, as Jason supposedly told his story from the witness stand. People nodded their heads and listened intently. To what, I had absolutely no idea. After a moment, the judge dismissed his imaginary witness.
Finally, it’s time to give our side of story, I thought, sighing with a little bit of relief.
The judge said, “I think we’ve heard enough. The facts have been presented clearly and concisely, backed by evidence and the testimonies of these fine witnesses. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you will now deliberate as to the guilt or innocence of the accused.”
The jury began whispering amongst themselves, laughing and smiling as if they were at some social engagement.
The judge then spoke to where the ghost of Jason was allegedly sitting. “Thank you for your testimony. Do not worry, Jason, for justice will be served here today, and you shall rest in peace. I promise you that.” He paused, then nodded his head, as if responding to something Jason was telling him from beyond the grave.
What? I can’t believe this crap! We’ve got no chance whatsoever!
“ What about our side?” Lucas shouted. “You’re supposed to hear both sides!”
“ I’ve heard enough, young man…and I’m glad to see you’ve finally learned your lesson and stopped all that disrespectful bleeding.”
I glanced at the jurors, wanting to make a last-ditch effort at
Lucas rebelliously dropped the paper into the pool of his blood and stared at the bailiff with such an intense hatred that I knew if we did get out of there, that bailiff was going to die painfully.
“ Where’s the justice in this trial?” my brother roared, clearly unable to hold his emotions in any longer. “You’re gonna listen to a murderer? Somebody who’s directly responsible for the death of two innocent girls! What kind of court is this? Your prosecutor looks like a deranged idiot, and the bailiff clearly needs to be in a rubber room and on some very strong medication! On top of that, you, Your Honor, can’t even remember to put your shoes on in the morning, yet you fine my friend for bleeding!”
Everything in the courtroom stopped, and no one said a word for a moment. The strange women in the back even stopped their quiet chanting, the stenographer stopped typing, and the prosecutor somehow managed to stop his nervous tic. They all just stared at my brother, who was visibly fuming, his nostrils flaring and his chest heaving with every breath he took. It was silent like that for what seemed like eternity. My brother and the judge were caught in a stare-down, neither one willing to give way. Then, just as suddenly as it stopped, it started again—except now the insanity multiplied.
The women began their chanting again, but others started up with their own nuttiness. A man stood up on the bench and started screaming out a list of all the different ways we could die. A couple near the front started talking to the departed ghost of Jason, asking him questions about the afterlife. The others joined in, as if they were caught in some kind of group hallucination, staring at and conversing with some invisible entity that wasn’t even there. It was as if someone had filled the room with nitrous oxide gas, and everyone was off their rocker ten times more than before—everyone except for the mayor, stark still, staring at us with those murderous eyes.
“ We will talk more to Jason later. Let’s continue, shall we? Will the prosecution please call their next witness?” the judge screamed over all of the noise.
Nick stared in disbelief and finally sank into his chair.
They called up every single man and woman who was in the group that had pulled us over, and we listened to the same well-rehearsed crap story time and time again.
“ Very well. I think it’s Jason’s turn to take the stand,” the judge said.
I looked at Nick, and he just shrugged in defeated disbelief. The courtroom was eerily quiet, as Jason supposedly told his story from the witness stand. People nodded their heads and listened intently. To what, I had absolutely no idea. After a moment, the judge dismissed his imaginary witness.
Finally, it’s time to give our side of story, I thought, sighing with a little bit of relief.
The judge said, “I think we’ve heard enough. The facts have been presented clearly and concisely, backed by evidence and the testimonies of these fine witnesses. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you will now deliberate as to the guilt or innocence of the accused.”
The jury began whispering amongst themselves, laughing and smiling as if they were at some social engagement.
The judge then spoke to where the ghost of Jason was allegedly sitting. “Thank you for your testimony. Do not worry, Jason, for justice will be served here today, and you shall rest in peace. I promise you that.” He paused, then nodded his head, as if responding to something Jason was telling him from beyond the grave.
What? I can’t believe this crap! We’ve got no chance whatsoever!
“ What about our side?” Lucas shouted. “You’re supposed to hear both sides!”
“ I’ve heard enough, young man…and I’m glad to see you’ve finally learned your lesson and stopped all that disrespectful bleeding.”
I glanced at the jurors, wanting to make a last-ditch effort at
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