Monday
We sit in the courtroom and I’m sworn into the stand once again. I take a deep breath and tuck my hair behind my ear as Reynolds prepares to question me.
“So, if the jury remembers from the last time we met, Gianna shared with us some memories of her dramatic past. I’d like to build on that,” He walks around his table and looks at the notes gathered neatly on the side he’s sitting on.
“Although your past, Gianna, it seems you have a good head on your shoulders. That’s not normal, especially for kids your age with the same experiences as you. Do you think you could tell me why you’re different?”
“Never have I said that I have a good head on my shoulders. I’m a teenager, I’ve made mistakes and I’ve made irrational decisions. I know my rights from my wrongs and I do have morals. He
