The last of the day’s cases had been heard and the courtroom felt cold and lifeless. The eerie courtroom held secrets that no one could uncover. The sense of power was overwhelming: it hit me like a storming train. As I stood there surrounded by the heavy, dark walls it felt like I was already in my cell. The large marble pillars stood tall over me like prison guards. I felt a sense of vulnerability. The cushioned green chairs made a false impression of luxury. It was a strange feeling in such a grand room. I felt so isolated.Harriet Clay
My heart was thudding and I could hear the deep and serious voice of the judge in the background. I looked around the room and I saw the smooth-looking, deep brown, finely-grained wood creating the rectangular shape of the room. The wood had a blinding gloss to it – it made it look so smooth. Then there were American flags plastered all around the glossiness. If I am honest with you, it spoiled the effect of the shine and all of the beautifully natural-coloured wood. Then I tilted my head slightly downward to see more wood – but this time on grand desktops that the judge and the jury sat upon. Behind me I saw my defendants hopefully grinning towards me, then I glanced over at the other side of the room and saw the prosecutors miserably glaring at me in their selfish group. Sheets of radiant white paper were chaotically extended across the desks.Olivia Robinson
It was dark. Not the kind of dark that makes our street look like an old-fashioned picture, no, this dark makes my insides twist and turn. The weather was gloomy and the police tape flapped in the cool breeze. I could still hear the sirens going off in my head like a thunderstorm.
It was all a big blur now and all I could see was crowds of worried people standing around. I watched out of the window and saw blurs of blue lights and yellow tape. The bright yellow van (ambulance) was full of paramedics leaning over the body whilst police were searching. My head filled with worries.Phoebe-Mae Shires