The trial of Boris.
Olive POV
After a long, excruciating morning of constant vomiting. I'm finally dressed for the day. I grabbed my bag with my snacks and a water bottle as well as some gum. I had to be at this trial since Boris had managed to kidnap me twice. Pen was also there with me. We sat at the back watching as Boris was shuffled out of his chair. He was the first prisoner that was brought out still in the neon orange jumpsuit. His wrists were chained down to his ankles and the gap between his ankles for walking was no more and a foot.
We all stood. He claimed her was innocent. There was a mile-long list of evidence that he did it. Many were questioned in clouding my self about the kidnappings and where I found myself the first and second times kidnapped and what happened. Pe
