The judge looked at me through his eyeglasses. Then, he sent an icy look at my sister Thalia.. Thalia sent him an icier look. My name's Jason. Right now this judge in a black robe, who also wore a seriously ugly wig, is going to decide on my future, either a normal lifestyle or a jail cell, and to be honest I would much rather chose the jail cell. This has to be like the third or fourth sitting here. Well standing here because I accidentally put the chair on fire. People say my sister and I are bad. They're right, because we are.
The judge put his hands on his forehead. He looked like he was concentrating really hard. A man in an elegant suit whispered something into the judge's large ear.
"We'll give you a chance you. This is your last chance. We won't send you to a reform school. We believe that a public school would better fit you."
"Yeah, um sorry, pops no can do"
He glared at me then he smirked.
"Enjoy Maximum high Jason!"