Chapter 9

A Little Cruelty Goes A Long Way

Author's Note: Hi guys. NEXT CHAPTER IS BACK TO THE PRESENT! I'm going to try to squeeze this into one chapter so I can get back to the plot, so I'm sorry if It's written a little hastily. This chapter takes place at court but informs you of the events that lead up to that place.It is, obviously, a memory. I'll include some spark notes in case it gets to confusing.

Amy's POV:

I wasn't stupid. I knew perfectly well what I was doing. I was really smart for an 12-year-old. I just wanted to tell the truth. so I ignored my fucking lawyer. I told the truth.

"Could you please tell the Jury your full name."

"Amber Shilo Burshen," I whispered.

"What was that?" said a loud harsh voice.

"Amber Shilo Burshen," I repeated a little more loudly.

"Hello Amber," a gentle voice said. It was the other lawyer.

"Amy," I corrected.

"Hello Amy," she said. It sounded like she was talking to someone who flunked out of 1st grade. "Can you remember the events of March 7th?"

"Very clearly," I replied simply."

"Good, now can you tell me what happened?" Again, 1st grade flunky talk.

"I got up, ate breakfast, went to school, I locked Samantha In a closet-"

"Yes. So you remember," the lawyer said, talking like I was a 3-year old.

"Of coarse I remember, and I'm not 3, you can talk normally."

"Yes, yes I know. You Amelia-"

"Amber." I corrected. Idiot lawyer, Amber can use Amy too. The Penskies probably couldn't ffind anyone else stupid enough to take on this case.

"-As I was saying, You Amber Shalow Burchen," I tried to interrupt and correct her, but she talked over me, "As a very intelligent little girl, know well that murder is unexeptible, both morally AND legally. One might go so fer as to say-"

"OBJECTION!" shouted my lawyer

"Mrs. Lymba," said the judge calmly. The lawyer grouching at me shut her trap.

This was getting tedious. "Firstly, Shilo is pronounced like Shy and Low combined, not like shallow. Secondly, Burshen is pronounced like it is spelled. There is no CH. Thirdly, who said anything about murder?" I said it all calmly and coolly, the lawyer looked shocked. Was it so shocking that her lame tirade didn't break me? I mean, It wouldn't make a kindergarten student cry, let alone reduce me to tears.

My own lawyer came up. In a kind voice he asked me, "Amy, could you please tell the Jury why you locked Samantha in a closet? Please go over the previous year.

And so I started my true and tragic sob story, I guess It was pretty sobby sob story; it made a few Jury embers cry. My tears stayeddry. I wasn't the one that comited suicde. I wasn't Lydia. And I wasn't Samantha either, I wasn't the girl who had to pay for making it happen. No, I was Amy. A 12-year-old girl who had, for the first time in her life, lost the best friend she had ever had. I 12-year old, who for the second time in her life was going to a mental center. Get used to it. Some people may be passive aggressive, just despise people like Samantha, but I was aggressive and Angry. I locked I little girl in a closet over the weekend. I tied her to a chair and put her where no one would look. I didn't kill her. I left her with a protein bar for each of the 3 days of the week. And 3 water bottles. I fixed everything so she wouldn't have to use her hands. Unwrapped everything, so she could pick it up with her mouth. If I wanted her to die I wouldn't have done it. No, I wanted her to remember this. I wanted her to never forget that in the sixth grade she bullied a little girl to suicide. In that, Way she was as guilty as I. More so, even. I didn't take away anyone's best friend.

Author's Note:

O.K. I know, you need spark notes. here they are:

Amy, as a sixth grader, had a best friend named Lydia. (we don't know much about her...yet) Lydia committed suicide because of Samantha, who's parents are trying Amy in court. This is because (in revenge) Amy locked Samantha in a school closet where she could have died. She didn't because Amy left food and water. She wanted Samantha to have to live with the guilt her entire life, and she made sure that she would remeber it.

A little complex, eh? yea, I know to much Amy. I'm finished with Amy's past now though, rejoice as we return to our plot.