Too Different?

24

 "If you have no more to say, we will ask for the opinions." Harry said, and I took Justin by the arm.
"I have plenty to say, do I have permission to speak?" I asked.

"Yes of course." The teacher looked at me with shock in her eyes, I usually don't participate so my tone must have been the cause.

"You claim he is guilty, no? But you have yet to look at the other objects around, I found the fingerprints on the girls father on this bat right here!" I pretended to hold an object out.

"And what is that to prove?" Harry watched me breathe in heavily.

"It was not Justin who committed the murder, instead it was the father!" I exclaimed and everyone's faces dropped.

"Is there any evidence to be presented?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yes, of course. Asking her mother, the week she went missing the mother told me she was going to her father's house, since they were divorced. Justin here is the neighbor of the young girls father. They are good friends, and because of the neighborhood patrol camera I have some photo's to show. Is that allowed?" I tapped my foot trying to remember what the detective in the book said.

"Show me." Harry gestured and I "handed" over photos.

"Not only that but when the body was found, it was not in or around garbage bags, it was burned and the remains lied under the tree behind the father's home!" I tried to prove a point, it didn't sound as convincing as I hoped.

"Are you saying your client has been framed?" Harry asked, he looked taken aback at my comments.

"I'm saying exactly that. Because as the pictures prove, my client was not in the area when the daughter arrived." I said.

"We'll take this to the judge." We walked towards the teacher, hopefully she found my argument appealing.

"What was with the axe fingerprints? We will determine after a brief explanation, Luze?" She looked at me with interest, I gulped.

"As I've stated my client was not in the area during the supposed time of murder correct?" I asked.

"Y-yes." The teacher stared at me.

"It's simply because of his service work, he has a son that does boy scouts your honor. During the weekends he cuts woods and trees for campfire wood." I answered, it was the first thing that popped into my head.

"A son?" The looked at me.

"Yes. He's over there in the crowd with his aunt." I pointed towards Emily because she wouldn't fuss since I pointed that way.

I see. The with our claims and the opinions, we release your client as innocent. Good job." The teacher smiled at me and I smiled back sweetly.

"Not bad. You've got a big mind." Harry smiled at me before asking for Diamond.

"Not bad." Justin chuckled tugging me toward the back of the class as everyone's eyes focused on Diamond making her claims.

"Not bad? I was just making up stupid stuff, it wasn't good at all." I said and he took my hands in his.

"You're right, it was amazing." Justin gave me a quick peck on the cheek before he started watching Diamond's argument. I would have too but his kiss caught me a bit off guard I couldn't focus on anything but that.

"Didn't you impress everyone?" Emily nudged me in the arm as we sat down at the lunch table.

"It wasn't that great." I said meekly thinking back about it, I've never been the type to have a loud mouth in class so it actually made me giggle a little.

"You're right, it wasn't even that great." Ginger retorted sitting down by Mark and Justin.

"It's not like yours was good either." Summer giggled in a way to embarrass Ginger, Mark stared at the two.

"Mines was perfect, if only Emily didn't mess it up!" She blamed Emily.

"How was I supposed to prove you innocent if the crime was on me?" Emily stood up.

"Duh its easy," She threw her drink on Emily's clothes. "I could simply say you did this to yourself if you said I did this." She folded her arms and sat down, my face dropped.

"Emily!" I pressed my hands on her shoulders so she knew I was right there.

"I really bet you feel good about your brain now, 'cos now at least I know you can use it because calling you stupid would just be an insult to stupid people. " She walked off, I'm sure it was to the restroom. I took Summer by the arm and followed after her, John, Hunter, and Jeremy chased after us.

"Emily it'll be okay, it's a stain we'll get it out." Seeing her face turn bright red let me know she was ready to practically kill Ginger.

"I can't stand girls like that, what was that even for?" Summer complained.

"No dude, you can't!" I heard Hunter's voice and the door opened, John walked in.

"Here," He took off his sweatshirt, lucky for us he had a t-shirt on under it. "It's the least I can do since I can't fight girls." He scratched the back of his head.

"Thanks John." Emily threw herself into John's arms.

"We should head back soon though. I'll stay outside." I told Emily and she nodded walking into the stall. John walked out after me and joined the rest of the guys.

"We'll be okay." I said letting out a huge sigh.

"Okay. We'll go back first."  It looked like Jeremy had something to say, but Hunter dragged him back with them.