9:04am
The Officers grab each of their detainees by the arm and proceed to escort them through the courtroom to the bailiff who stands next to their awaiting seats. Rachel sits down in the first seat at the defense table and McKayla sits in the second. The girls’ wrists are still cuffed behind their backs as they sit, waiting for their proceedings to commence.
“What do you think they’re going to do with us?” McKayla asks Rachel in a worried manner.
“Well, they’ll probably give us a trial, give us a fine, then let us go. I don’t see how either of us get out of here without a slap on the wrist.” Rachel replies confidently.
“Yeah, I guess so. I imagine It really depends on the judge.” McKayla says as she shifts herself to try to sit comfortably in the chair, but the handcuffs make it difficult to be comfortable at all.
The girls sit patiently as they wait for the hearing to begin. Meanwhile, the bailiff stands closely behind them, ensuring each young woman remains well behaved while they wait. Suddenly, the sound of the door to the Judge’s chamber cracks open and a man with a long black robe exits the chamber and enters the courtroom, headed toward the bench.
“Now presiding, the honorable Judge Anthony Cain.” The Bailiff shouts out into the courtroom. The Judge steps onto the bench and begins to sit down at his chair.
“Oh my god! You’ve got to be kidding me.” McKayla says with a wide eyed expression on her face.
“What? What is it?” Rachel replies nervously as she looks over at McKayla.
