“I always wondered what it would be like to have a court appearance. And now I’ll get to see everything from the front row!”
I stared at Tonya, my neighbor, and I knew everything I thought about her was real. I knew she was an attention seeker. I knew she was nosy. But I had always thought she was kind. Until today. Tonya and I had been eyewitnesses to a murder and now we would testify in the trial. But she seemed to be more excited to be in a courthouse than she was mortified that we witnessed a murder.
As she prattled on, I began to sink into myself and started to wonder about what Tonya did in the safety of her home. How could she be so excited about having to testify about a murder? I would give anything not to be anywhere this courthouse and didn’t want to be giving evidence against a murderer. Tonya was brimming with excitement about just sitting on one of the court benches. I was more nervous about whether she would find out the truth. The truth about who had ordered the murder. Because if she knew what I had done, she would want to be even better friends than we were at the moment. Which I could not handle one bit.
Standing Room Only 