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"Will the defendant please rise. Mr Foreman, has the jury reached a verdict"

"We have your honour"

"What say you?"

"We the Jury find the defendant..."

Zackary Martin stood motionless in a cheap suit as he waited to hear his fate. To his right stood his young, ambitious but inexperienced attorney and of to his left was a guard, a tall black man with a menacing stare. Zack couldn't look at anyone, least of all the Judge or the jury; they were the ones who would decide his fate.

The scene was tense for some and familiar to others, court number 5 in a suburban Boston courthouse. Like the rest of the building the courtroom was sparsely decorated and looked cheaply built, a standard 1970's public building. White walls and a high ceiling, with some wooden panelling at the base of the wall going up to about waste height, the room was as bleak as Zack's future. This particular court room was not all that full, behind the table that Zack sat at was a wooden barrier and behind that were 4 rows of seats with an aisle between them. In front of Zack sat the judge, and to the judges left was the Jury. Directly behind Zack was the area where the defendant's family usually sat, he only had one supporter here, his twin and best friend Cody, who's face showed a look of grave concern, but deeper than that there was a sense of disappointment which radiated to Zack. No one else was there for Zack, and aside from Cody there were just a few individuals in the public area, no press, to Zack they were all faceless, and they were all against him. It was Zack against the world.

On the Table next to Zack's sat a middle aged woman, the prosecutor, someone who Zack had developed a deep hatred of, she was a woman who didn't care about him. The prosecutor seemed to be concerned with winning, she didn't care about the truth, she didn't care about justice and she certainly didn't care about Zackary Martin.

But through all of this one thought kept going through Zack's mind, through all the attacks on him by the prosecutor, through all the misleading evidence, through all the abandonment by his friends and family one thought just kept going through Zack's mind.

"How did I get here?..."

I'm BACKKKKKK, I couldn't stay away. Just to be straight up though, this is not going to be one of my epics, this will be a relatively short story with less than 5 chapters I'm planning. Basically I'm doing this because it's a thought that's just been in my head for a while and I'm going to try and do this to get myself back into writing mode now that university is done for the year. I will likely be writing another big story like the friendship survives series after I conclude this. Please let me know what you think guys. It's great to be back.