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⚠️ mentions of drugs⚠️
⚠️slight abuse⚠️
⚠️mental health mentions⚠️
2022
no one's pov
*DING! DING! DIN–*
"(F•N)! Relax. Everything is gonna be okay." Holt said.
"Sorry." She said fiddling with her arm's.
Today was the trial day for Oilver and the sentence as well. (F•N) was sweating bullets. Throughout her childhood she would watch those courtroom shows that would air on TV in the middle of the afternoon.
Now since she was older it felt scary to her.
"I want him to serve in juvenile detention until he's eighteen,and I would like for him to complete his school courses as well. Just a small claim I would like to propose." (F•N) said.
Holt looked down at what (F•N) was holding. "Is that why you have those giant clumps of paper stuffed into that small folder?" He trying to fix it.
"That's just part one.." (F•N) muttered to herself.
The elevator doors opened into the hallway of the courtroom that they were attending to. Jake,Amy,Bolye and Rosa with a very anxious Terry waited around for them.
"You both look very nice and (F•N) always anxious as ever. You guys ready?" Jake said.
"I'm not anxious. I'm just about to propose a idea to the judge who I hope is a very sympathetic person."
In the courtroom...
"I am not a very sympathetic person. Just to let everyone know.."
"Oh boy." (F•N) said nervously shifting in her seat.
The trial started and half of the 9-9 stayed near the from of the courtroom.
"Welcome to this trial. I'm Judge Rutherford and this is case ID 050699. Abbot Vs. NYC." She said shuffling throughout out papers.
"(F•N). Don't say anything until recess. Got it?" Terry said whispering to her.
