I stood on the Auditorium stage by the black velvet curtains. We were reenacting the Socrates' trial for Mr. Wilson's social studies class. I have to admit, my part as the bailiff was pretty boring but I did get to do some pretty funny things.
"Bailiff!" Mr. Wilson called me and the fellow bailiff, Kaden, over.
"Yes your honor?" I asked. Just so you know, Mr. Wilson was the judge.
"Tell that group if they don't shut up, they're going to get their heads chopped off." He gestured over to the defense side.
So we did as he told us to do. We walked over to that table.
"If you don't shut up, we're going to chop your heads off!" Kaden and I said in synch.
"Yeah. That's what I said." I remarked as we walked away, back to the curtain.
After that commotion settled, we returned to the trial. Cameron, on the prosecution side, was interviewing the defense side's witness, Play-doh.
"So… Play-doh… Has Socrates ever gotten you to believe that the gods weren't real?" He asked.
"No… Well, kinda… He asked me questions that made me rethink my own beliefs and I got to the conclusion that they weren't real." 'Play-doh' also known as my friend, Jake, said.
The trial went on and I was getting bored. More bored than before. The three minutes Cameron had to interview Play-doh had quickly passed. Just as a new witness was about to be called up, the lights went out. I felt arms grab my shoulders and pull me behind the curtain.
"If you don't say anything, I'll move my hand away from your mouth." The person said.
'I know that voice… I'd know that voice anywhere.' I thought.
