Classroom Turnabout:
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Blood dripped off the end of the knife and splattered on the clean, vinyl classroom floor. Lying facedown on the ground in a small pool of blood was a stocky boy. A note was crumpled up in his left hand. Looming above him was a tall woman with the same knife in her hand. She stared at the corpse with a shocked look on her face. Finally, some words flew out of her mouth:
"How could I know that my own anger would bring me to doing this. Now I'm a murderer."
Her head quickly snapped up from the body and looked around the classroom to see if anybody was there. When she assured herself that it was empty, she turned her concentration back on the boy.
"Now, sooner or later, I'm going to be found out." She told herself. "I think I might as well turn myself in. NO! I won't go into custody! I have to find a scapegoat. The only other person there is can be…" Suddenly, she remembered the boy and the girl he was with arguing in the halls earlier that day. Then she finished the sentence, "…her." A smile flickered across her face as she dropped the knife on the body and exited classroom C-4.
(March 20, 9:45 a.m., District Court Defendant's Lobby No. 2)
I just couldn't seem to control her. She was acting berserk on a murder she didn't commit: "PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO STAND UP FOR ME MR.LAWYER SIR! I DIDN'T DO IT! I SWEAR! I WON'T LIVE IF I'M SENT TO JAIL!"
"Okay, okay!" I assured her. "I know you didn't do it! None of my clients were murderers and they never will be!" Immediately, she changed from upset to happy in the blink of an eye. "Oh! Thank you Mr. Lawyer Sir! I don't know what I'd do without you!"
"Just calm down when you are in court!" I quickly told her before she could cry again. "The judge just can't stand shouting in there." Right on cue, Detective Gumshoe burst into the conversation like he usually did before a trial.
"Hey, pal! Do you mind keeping Miss Runn here calmed down? She's scaring the security guards over there." I checked the courtroom door to see the two guards giving my client, Erin Runn, strange looks and me.
My name is Phoenix Wright. I have been a defense attorney for about two years. I have won all the cases by defending countless clients who were innocent in the name of the justice. The recent one I've been assigned, however, is one of the most savage I've seen. At City Block High School, a murder was taken place on a juvenile student in a classroom. Erin was accused because she broke up with him as his girlfriend earlier that day, and she was quite angry with him. The student's name was Al Timers. He was failing in class and had to stay after school to study when the school was empty, it was the weekend the very next day. Authorities say this was the perfect time for Erin to strike when no one else was around. But I believe that Erin would not kill Al just over a silly argument. There had to be more truth under this, and it's up to me to find out what.
A voice snapped me back into reality: "Well, well Mr. Wright. We meet again!" I looked upwards to see a man in a gray suit with large business glasses over his eyes which always seemed to be reflecting light. He had a business case in his right hand and a smirk spread across his face as if he was very pleased with himself. It was Winston Payne.
"Oh," I muttered, somewhat disappointed, "It's you."
"Yes, it's me." He told me, still smiling. "This time, the case is mine! You just got lucky the two previous times."
There were TWO cases I had with him? I thought to myself. I thought there was only one before. But then I remembered I had amnesia the day in court when I defended Maggey, a previous client of mine.
"THIS time," Payne announced, "I have enough evidence for this case."
"Don't get too happy, Payne," I told him back, "You may present evidence that may turn against you, again."
Payne's smile faltered for a second then he recovered, "Don't get too cocky, Wright, I won't lose another case to you."
Then he marched into the courtroom and sat at the Prosecutor's stand. "Do you know who he is?" asked Erin.
"Not exactly." I answered. "I only remember him from…" Then I was cut off from Detective Gumshoe, who was still standing there.
"Hey, pal! The trial is about to start!"
"Um, thank you." I felt a little annoyed that he interrupted me, but I had a question for him. "Hey, do you have an autopsy report for me?"
"Ahh…" He paused for a second. I remember how stubborn and protective he is of his evidence, but his reply made me surprised. "Sure, pal! I have one right here!" He took out a small folder from his large overcoat and handed it to me.
I took it and grabbed the report inside it immediately. I looked it over and found Al's profile in it (which I put in my Court Record case) and looked at the cause of death. The report said:
"Time of Death: 4:00-4:30. Cause of Death: Died through a loss of blood. Knife stabbed through heart."
I slipped the paper back in the folder and put it in the Court Record case.
"Is there anything in there that will help me?" asked Erin.
"I don't think so," I told her, "But something always seems to come up when you never know it." Erin looked reassured after that.
(End of part 1. Please review!)