The most beautiful roses have their cruelest thorn

Unraveling the case

Mia Madden, Friday, March 16, 2019, Time: ???? AM. Destination: The Courtroom

I have awoken after a long night of restless sleep. I am being driven down to the courtroom. I wonder if there is school today because of the incident. A few minutes later, I'm beholding a grand courtroom house, that looks like a historic museum on the outside. I was outside of the police car, as officers escorted me. My heart was increasing in pace, as I felt it gets washed over by fear and anxiety every step I took, as I got closer and closer to the courtroom. I was escorted to the nearest defendant's lobby. the hallways were slightly narrow with the courthouse completely sunlit with the roof made of glass. I suddenly felt tranquil once I saw the deep tan walls matched the golden light highlighted by the blue sky. It was like a painting. It looked like the rooms were small from the view of the hallway. All the doors looked so close to each other. But, maybe that was just me. Everything looked so different and altered.

As I entered the lobby, It looked luxurious. A brown ceiling with white lights, and two brown shining doors. there were plastic plants and a painting of nature above the red cotton sofa, with tan walls, and sleek brown trims. I noticed a small binder on the glass table. I didn't touch it. I assumed it belonged to Mr. River and Angelina. Guards were outside the small, simple door on my left. The one on the right had large square patterns, which was most likely the courtroom. I had no idea what time it was.

Out of the blue, the bailiff called me in to go to the courtroom to my right. I got up, and opened the door, while the bailiff was behind me. The ceiling was pure sunlight. The gallery of jurists was so high up. the judge's desk had three desks connected. There were silver pillars, with staircases on both sides, all shining brown. The defendant's chair was on the left, behind the witness's stand. There were two long desks for the prosecution and defense. The judge's elevated desk had a symbol of what they called the "Goddess of Law" symbol in gold. I was appalled. This is what a courtroom looks like. The gallery was all chatting amongst themselves, as the prosecution and defense came through the door. They walked up to their stands. Mr. River and Angelina were in front of me, while the prosecutor was on the far right. The prosecutor glanced at me but kept glaring at Mr. River. That was definitely the man I saw at the crime scene. Mr. River looked away and turned his head to me. He smiles, and I raised my eyebrows at him to acknowledge him. Now, that I have a long, hard look at that prosecutor, his glare was so...scary. If looks could kill, I think I'd be the first one dead, since he is trying to prove me guilty.

The judge came through the same door the defense came through.  A short beard and a haughty voice were the first things I noticed. He took his time to go to his seat and banged the gavel.

"Court is now in session for the trial of Mia Madden. Are the prosecution and defense ready?" He began.

" The defense is ready, your honor." Mr. River announced upfront.

"So am I, your honor." The prosecutor announced in his slight Australian accent.

"Very well, Mr. Kurt, your opening statement, please." Requested the judge.

"Yes, the victim Armando Taurus was found on school grounds behind the last exit of the school, at about 12:30 PM on March 15th, 2019. The cause of death was poison by drugs." Mr. Kurt appraised. Drugs? Where could Aaliyana have gotten her hands on that?

"Oh, where could the killer obtain drugs on school grounds?" Questioned the judge.

" It is currently unknown who the true killer is, but It could be from their parents who work in the medical field. Just like the defendant's parents!" Mr. Kurt exclaimed. I just came here, and I'm already on the spot? the gallery began exclaiming and rumoring. I didn't even think that would have any impact on this case. My eyes enlarged with fear. Mr. River and Angelina had the same look on their faces.