I've been to court in and out for the past couple months. I've recombed my obnoxiously curly brown hair so many times this week. I've used at least three bottles of mouse in the past week alone. Though that doesn't even scrape the amount of them in my garbage. I've lost count. Honestly I don't like going out. Al was my favourite person and the only person who can get me to be social half the time. It just depends on the day. I've never really liked people even as a kid. I didn't like people. Now I have more reasons. My best friend's been kidnapped and they think it's me. Why do they think it's me? How would it be me? I just don't get it. Anyhow, I have to go to court. Let's just hope it goes okay.
I walk in to sit down. My dress shoe on my right foot is slightly looser than the one on my left. My hands and palms are sweaty from the hot summer air. The Air conditioner isn't turned on due to it only being 75 but I'm not used to the warmth having been out in the snow just a couple months ago in shorts. My hair combed back, some hairs stuck up or to my right side. I listened to the judge like I was in class. Though I don't like class.
The judge spoke to me quickly, "Ezra Colior, on the day September 13, 2009 were you at East Side Middle school with Isabella Donlina." I stood up.
"Yes, I was with Al… I mean Bell at East side." Why did I say it like that? My voice sounded so bad and it cracked when I said Al. Why do I have to address him as Bell? This is horrible.
The judge continued despite my mind's racing interrupting my words. "What was your occupation on September 13, 2009?"
I froze not knowing what to say. My mind was racing as I pushed the words out of my mouth, "I go to Emma Lazarus High School as a sophomore. Though, I work at Petsmart."
The whole case took far too long. I was there for nearly five hours. I don't like judges.