My Scooter & I

Chapter 7. The Trial.

" Frawd nohomavitchkin samadreas du caprimondue. You have been charged with first degree murder of Jasper Timmy turner lee. The scene of the crime was Tuck frump Senior high, in the Family studies room. Now, will the defendant please stand!"

From behind me I could hear shuffling as someone rose.

"Thank you Thir," he said.

The guy looked young, maybe my age, and had a pimple-ridden face that could've easily covered is body. His face seemed too big for his head, and he had dreadlocks that were braided with Twizzlers. He wore a leather jacket with a pimped out Epipen bag strapped around his waist.  It seemed like he used to have a ton of face tattoos, but the pimple pus covered it up. This guy was my lawyer.

"Timmy, you may now sit, " said the judge. "And now for the prosecuter. He has won over 20,000 awards, killed 217 men with only his bare fists (and a fully loaded Ak-47 missile launcher), and has won every single trial he has ever done, it is Bruvasky chu!"

The man stood up. He wore a cloak that hid his entire body except for his  six-pack abs, which rippled through the fabric. All we could make of his face were several scars and a small sneer, so menacing that even looking at it made me feel like it could tear me a new butthole. The man towered over the court (especially me), and was wielding a dual-hammer missile launcher.

"Wait,why do you have a gun?" asked the judge.

"I wanted to slaughter the one wh-"

"That wasn't a question," He replied.

"You were asking one th-"

"PUT THE GUN AWAY OR I'LL TEAR APART YOUR LOWER KIDNEY WITH A PENCIL!"

The man crushed his missile launcher and threw into the trash can. He sat down.

"Well, let's review the info. Jasper was killed whilst Frawd was tying his head onto his scooter. Although the Defendant said that he died because his arm tore off, it isn't true. In fact, Jasper still had time to send a text over to his best friend, Cow, saying, and I quote, " Dude I'm so horny right now, give me some of that ass". This was 2 minutes before his head got decapitated by a bike chain."

"Now, we will call out the witnesses to give their viewpoint on whether or not Frawd should be found guilty. Our first one up is Jasper's best friend, Cow, who received the last texts of Jasper, and is his "Best friend". You may now speak."

Cow stood. He seemed like he was 15, maybe 16, but he was already balding. It was really hard to describe what he looked like, but I'll try. It's like a sandwich filled with sand and tooth picks. You eat it, puke it out, grasp for your lungs, spit out blood,and comprehend your existence. That's what I felt when i looked at his face.

"It was 1987. I had stumbled out of the foster home. The place was pouring down like the fire of hell, and as i stumbled upon the muck of the world i could see a flashing light of darkness utter throughout this nightmare. I took out a cigarette, fresh out the pack, and felt the paper slowly fade away on the tip of my soaked fingernails. Perfect time to have a smoke. From my 1782 leather jacket i took out a plastic-covered lighter- a seasonal touch- and flicked it thrice, creating a glow of heat stronger than my-"

"What the hell ith thith guy talking about?" Said Timmy.

"Yes, we should have done a drug test on him. Well, the next one is Mrs.Carson. She saw Frawd leave the family studies room with Jasper's body, and is also his homeroom teacher. You may speak."

Mrs. Carson stood up, and almost doubtly, looked at me. I could see the words "Im sorry" etched onto her mouth. If it was only for a second, I knew that Mrs.Carson didn't want to do this, yet she still stood up to the stand.

"This disc shows that Frawd really did kill jasper."

She placed this disc in, and it started to play. It was a gruesome scene. I was tying jaspers' head onto my scooter, ripping it apart until it came off his neck.

There was a moment of silence in the court. There was nothing to prove. Timmy was useless, just shaking his head and not responding. Chu's shrouded sneer had turned into a putrid smile, and yet he didn't speak. The entire trial he hadn't done much, and I thought he was useless. But it wasn't because of that. It was because there was nothing to prosecute, nothing to do. It was dead obvious. I killed Jasper.

The judge rose. I could almost see my fate in his eyes... Yet... It almost seemed like fate was with me at that moment. An angel, looking down upon a midget, pitying his life.

It was time.

" I hereby declare Frawd nohomavitchkin samadreas du caprimondue-

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