A month went by, as i said before time really meens nothing to me. I went through meeting after meeting. Listening to people hate me, without even knowing me or what really happened. One accident and everyone hates you. No one cared about truth anymore. It was all because of the extreemly exaggerated stories that were told about me. I never retalliated, simply waited for court. Then i would have my chance to prove myself.
I had many meetings with the public defender. She began to enjoy my case more and more. My mom tried to get every advantage, i suppose she thought my ego needed to be shot down drastically. I however studdied every law book and video i could get my hands on. I played the game right, technically, and psycologically. I played smarter.
We walked into the court room, i was trying not to show it but i was very nervous.
I sat with my lawyer behind a huge table with everyone else. Not like the small double tables you see in the movies. When the judge entered we rose and sat back down. Somehow I wanted there to be more. I wanted somthing to prolong my somewhat innevitable doom. I knew no matter what that day would end badly. Either i would go to jail, go back into a lifestyle i hated and eventually go to jail, or I would get out, and hurt my mom, emotionally.
The prosecutor called his witnesses, one by one. All of them jumbled their stories, they bounced off of each other like stones. Even with the faults I was still very nervous.
Eventually it was the defense's turn. All the defense sounded exactly the same, perfectly in-sinc. The case was practically closed. Still like a barrier i refused to beleive it would turn out well.
My turn to the stand came up. I was examined by my attorney. She could tell i was nervouse and scared, with my life being decidedfor what i reali?zed to be nothing. I knew I was not a criminal. But how could i convince them of that? As I felt a strong pressure behind my eye, i began to feel them sweel. As they were bogged with the tears that i tried so desperatly to hold back. I answered ever question as honestly as i knew them to be.
Then the prosecution began to examine me. I suddenly looked in the corner and noticed a woman sitting there that i had been in a meeting with earlier. She was very meen and on the verge of verbally attacking me. I remember thinking she would have bet her soul that i would be locked up. It brought a smile to my face breifly, but it wasn't calming enough. The prosecuter's verbal badgering eventually made me burst into tears.
Soon enough it was over. I went back to my seat and waited on a verdict. I remember the word's so clear.
"It is the desicion of this court that the charges brought against James Marshall Dunn are untrue. Temporrary custody will be awarded to the father." The Judge said. But before the gavel went down my mother jumped out of her seat and began to loudly beg and plead with the judge to change his desicion. I'm not sure what it was, greed, hatred, revenge, maybe even love, that made her do it.
I will never try to understand or explain the happenings of that day. But i think there was more to it than just them verses us. Because without that day, i would never had my adventure, nor became the warrior i am now, nor would i have ever known love.