Sitting down in the courtroom, I don’t think I have ever been this nervous in my entire life. I keep looking at the door next to the judge’s desk, waiting for him to appear.
“All rise for the honorable judge Sanders” We hear the police officer standing in front says.
Getting up, I can feel my legs tremble and my palm gets sweaty. As soon as the judge sites down, he gestures us to sit back down.
“Good morning everyone,” He says, then turning to the police officer “What case do we have this morning?”
“Davis VS Walter, drunk driving accident causing the death of Michael Davis, Sir.” He says, handing the judge the case file.
Opening the file, he was handed, he takes a quick look at each page, making me gulp nervously at each time he turns one.
“I see Mr. Walter’s had filed for early p
