I entered the court building, a huge, old, white structure. "Room 29, come on," he said, dragging me into the room.
As I entered the courtroom, I was struck by the stark contrast to the freedom of the streets.
The room was large and formal, with high wooden benches and polished marble floors. The walls were lined with dark wood paneling, and large, tall windows let in the afternoon light.
At the front, a high wooden bench housed the judge, her imposing presence hard to ignore.
The judge, a stern-looking woman with short gray hair, sat behind a grand desk with various legal documents neatly arranged
"Case 14129 Child Welfare v. Alex Wild"She wore a black robe and looked down at me with a scrutinizing gaze.
In front of her, a representative from child welfare and the other side my lawyer an elderly man in his sixties, who sat in a wheelchair
The other lawyer stood up to present their case. A man in his thirties, dressed in a gray suit, addressed the court with a serious tone.
"Your Honor," he began, "the situation of Mr. Wild requires serious consideration. He is a minor who has not had a stable family environment, with a history of theft, disorderly conduct, and evasion from law enforcement.
Our attempts to offer him support and rehabilitation have been unsuccessful.
We recommend transferring him to a closed facility that can provide the necessary support and supervision. Otherwise, he may continue to harm himself and others."
Next, it was the turn of my lawyer, . He took a moment to collect himself before addressing the court.
"Your Honor," he said in a calm tone, "I request the immediate release of Mr. Wild.
The evidence against him does not present a full picture of his situation, and the charges are not severe enough to warrant a harsh penalty.
Mr. Wild simply needs freedom, and that is all he is asking for. He does not require additional rehabilitation or supervision.
He just needs to be released to start over and try to live a normal life."
The lawyer continued, "Mr. Wild has suffered enough. He does not need to be trapped further by the system.
I ask the court to release him without conditions so that he can find his way outside of these limiting constraints."
The way he spoke made everyone concentrate as if he had become the center of the room. Only I seemed to have a different effect.
The judge ruled, "Considering the circumstances and the arguments presented, I have decided to release Alex Wild. He is free to go."
"but your honor-", the other lawyer tried to talk but the jaude stoped him
"this is it, that's how I decided"
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Adventure[PERCY JACKSON FANFICTION 🌊⚔️] "My name is Alex Wild Im 14 years old Curly hair, dark brown eyes, 5'7, That information is for the ladies." Meet Alex Wild🧑🏻, a Wild kid who lives on the street, running away from the police,🏃🏻 And trying lives h...