I wake up with the lid of the box opening, and a strange lady lifting me out sitting be down on the box's lid like I was a little kid. as she places some thick metal chain on both my wrists and ankles, "what are you doing" I scream shaking the chains. she looks at me with a serial killer grin, "you broke the law and now you need to go threw the trial by fire" she said tightening the chains. she brings me to a chair in the middle of a dark room, "please look forward," she said walking away. I look forward seeing the wall open up into a sea of kids, a man walks by men staring at all the kids. "hello children" the man spoke "today were are deciding the hate of a convicted criminal" the man sounds like the man on the megaphone. "where am I?" I ask, frankly looking around to figure out where I am, my eyes locate griffin in the crowed by his strawberry blond hair. he's standing there looking at the ground tightly squeezing his shirt with clearly invisible tears running down his face. the main in front of me started to speak "for those who don't know me I'm Mr. neat, you may have heard me on the intercoms" I give him a fun look raising one eyebrow, 'now will you show him mercy with only seven months of punishment or send him to the gelatine to lose his head." I give him a quick side-eye, I miss calculated, I take a deep breath it's okay it's an easy fix I just need to convince the audience not to go easy put me on lockdown and to not harshly that there gonna kill me. something clicks in my brain, I know the perfect story, Mr. neat looks at me "761757 explain your side of your story?" "no" I shudder "they were given to me by friend 723677, she that lived across the hall, she gave them to me as she passed but I only looked inside them once or twice, I didn't know they were stolen " I sound as depressed as possible hoping to make them believe my tall tale. "really" Mr.neat questioned as he turned looking at the audience, "wears the person that start the rumor" he asked the crowd, griffin stands lifeless staring at me trying to hold back his tears. a girl near the back of the room raises her hand, the girl is very tall, with long black hair covering her right eye her eyes seem to be a hazelnut colored from what I can see. "I did" the girls yelled "I saw him reading a book in the hall" mr. neat "was it this book" he pulls out my dictonary. "yes" the girl chimes in, "I think thats all the information we need, raise your hand for mercy." only seven people raise their hands, "hands up for death" once again seven sicopaths raise there hand, "how sends him to the west wing," the rest on the room raises there hands I sigh in relief. "by the rules of trial by fire 761757 will be sent to the west wing." something heavy hit the back of my head, covering the room with a thick heavy darkness.
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