Mistakes
AN: I'm also using this one as an original fiction piece, but I wrote it as a fanfic thing. The temperature referred to is Celcius (sorry Americans).
53. Dead End
Today is
sunny, with
a
predicted high of 21
(nice and
legal), but
when have
the weathermen
ever been
right?
The
sidewalks
are
boiling (us alive), and people
rush past
the courthouse,
wishing
for a cloud
to darken
their skies.
There are
people yelling,
arguing,
desperately.
But
decision is made.
Pandemonium reigns in the courtroom.
And a
girl, not 16,
sits on
the corner,
wishing
for rain to emulate tears.
She's
got nowhere to go,
and no one
to go to, besides her father,
who just
won his case…
(leaving
her sister
six
feet under, in a wooden box.
Trapped.)
