The Turnabout of Hope Book 1: Establishing the Truth in Our Lives

Chapter 6: About the Past

(Not a trial story, but I think that's fine. Seriously, I can't keep writing trials like that, and the next one is the three part finale to season 1 of this book. Oh gods, we are almost done with season 1 of this book. Season 2 is going to be much longer and have more trials and a few surprises. But regardless, I do hope you have fun with this story! I really do enjoy writing about these characters, and I can't wait to write more for you about them! Enjoy!)

Fey and Co Law Offices, Main Lobby

December 16th, 1:15 PM

(Phoenix's POV)

                    Well, another day at the office again. I was looking over past case files as chief and Makoto. I want to help Miles, but I honestly do not understand how looking through these old files is going to help us. Well, at least this will help me be a better lawyer in some ways.

"Hey! Nicky! You in here buddy?!" an old, annoyingly friendly voice chimed into the office.

"Larry..." I said in a dejected tone as I didn't even bother to look up from the file I was reading.

"You know that idiot, kitten?" Prosecutor Armando asked as he stepped in the office.

Oh, joy, it is a party now. I heard chief get up from her desk. She wrapped her arm around Prosecutor Armando's left arm.

"I'll be taking my last break. I leave the office in your care until I return. Make sure you get those cases done you two" chief said in delight as I nodded my head at her.

She left us alone as Larry flopped on the couch and Makoto tapped his highlighter as he waited for a moment. Then, when the doors closed, he ran over to my desk.

"Ok, I don't mean to be rude, but you did promise on our next downtime that I would hear the story between you and Miles!" Makoto shouted earnestly.

Oh, right, I did promise him that. Well, I guess now is as good of time as ever.

"Sure. I'll tell you everything" I said to him as I gestured for him to sit on the couch next to Larry.

"Thank you, Mr. Wright!" he said as he took a bow and then went to sit next to Larry.

I closed the file and then sat across from them.

"Alright, well, this story takes place around the time we and Larry were in the fourth grade" I said as I recalled the event.

At the time, I was by myself which didn't bother me too much. I was sick, so I wasn't allowed to go to gym and then art class. I was at my desk and doing some homework. However, I noticed an empty envelope as Dahlia came into the room. She accused me of stealing the money. Then, I was put on a class trial against everyone. It was an awful feeling. Being alone and accused of something I didn't do. The room felt dark, and I couldn't stop crying at that point either. Everyone kept shouting "He did it! He's guilty!" over and over.

I just wanted this feeling to stop, so I even walked to the student who owned that lunch money until he shouted loudly with conviction, "OBJECTION!"

"STOP PICKING ON HIM!" another childish voice shouted in agreement.

"Leave him alone!" a kind voice said as she rushed to my side.

I was surprised. I didn't think anyone believed me. Instead, I saw Larry running in front of me with his arms extended and holding a determined expression. Iris placed her calm hand on my shoulder and gave me a napkin. However, what shocked me the most was Miles. He stood tall and calm as he pointed at his classmates.