Hello all! This is my first story and well, I'm not sure where I'm going with it. Despite this I hope you enjoy it. I won't have a set time to update, for I don't get the computer very much.
I'm sorry this is so short! Please forgive me!
-Martha :)
"Laura Watkins. Please rise."
Her messy brown curls shifted across her shoulders as she followed the judge's instruction. She stood in silence, trying to look at anything but the judge's bland eyes.
"You have been accused of the following; Driving while under the influence-"
Now that wasn't her fault. Her drink had been spiked, or that was what she believed. But maybe she shouldn't of been drinking in the first place. Or driving-
"...to which thankfully no-one was seriously injured. How do you plead?" the judge's voice bought the girl back to reality. She shot a glance to the short pudgy man sat beside her. They had a short discussion earlier that day, to which he explained to her what she should say what she shouldn't say. He looked at her, and nodded.
"...guilty, your honor." it might of been her mind, but she swore she heard a stifled sob of someone behind her. Perhaps her mother. The thought at that struck at Laura's heart. She didn't want to put her mother through this, either of her parents at that. Her grandmother had been an alchoholic, and eventually drove herself to her grave. And now her own mother was watching her daughter in what she assumed was the road to alchoholism. But she couldn't think about that now. All she had to think about was the present, and that was the questions she was being asked. Her eyes kept to the floor most of the time.
2 hours later.
The judge's voice started ringing in Laura's head as she sensed the court case beggining to close. The judge cleared his throat, and read loud and clear,
""It is the judgment of the court that the defendant, Laura Watkins , is...guilty of DUI." now she was certain she could hear her parents crying. She wanted them to stop. She was almost angry at them, wasn't she going through enough without hearing them crying?
"But...I believe you have two options."
Laura's head shot up torward the judge. A second option? Really?!
"There is an opening at..." he paused, almost for effect. Laura fought the urge to ask him to hurry it along, "Camp Green Lake. That, or juvy."
She seemed to be dumfounded for a moment. Everyone looked at her expectantly. She was allowed to talk for herself? She shot a look torward her lawyer, who merely gave her a subtle shrug. It was obvious by the look on his face that he had not been expecting this either. At that point Laura realized the judge staring at her, awaiting her answer. Slowly, she leaned into a small microphone that was propped onto the table she had been sat at.
"Um...I would like to choose Camp Green Lake, sir-"
The judge whacked down his mallet, making her jump.
"Camp Green Lake it is."
Laura smiled inwardly to herself.
If only she knew what she'd gotten herself into.
