The Trial

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“Bang!” the newspaper hit the door.

“Honey, can you get the paper!” my mom screamed.

I was in my room listening to my iPod and doing my homework. I ignored her and continued to listen to my music. My mom, Bogogrape, got annoyed and took the paper in.

I heard her voice with slight irritation, “Bojoby, can you come down here. Now.”

“Yeah mom, be right there.” I shouted as I walked down the stairs.

“Look at this!” my mom pointed to an ad in a newspaper, “these scientists will give $1,000,000.00 to every person who tries out for a clinical trial. Do you know how much money that is!” my mom exclaimed, she knew this was our chance to pay of our debt and live in Ruby Hills.

“We should definitely do this, where and when is it?” I asked.

“It’s at P.E.S.E., or the Pleasanton Extreme Scientific Experiments. Do you want to go right now, it’s starting in a hour or two?” my mom asked, grinning.

“Of course!” I shouted. This was our chance to get rich, would anyone refuse.

We hopped in our little minivan and drove down to P.E.S.E. We walked in and the receptionist directed us to a room full of people in white lab coats and operation rooms. There were signs pointing us to the information room. There were thousands of desks, each with a pamphlet on it. There were speakers around the room, and I could see the scientists standing on a stage. They started talking, and since there were so many people, they couldn’t accept all of them. It would be too much money. They explained everyone’s name would be put in a raffle and one lucky people would get chosen. They said we’d be called if we won. Sadly, my mom and I went home.

I continued my homework and my mom cooked dinner. We ate dinner silently and went to bed. The next day my mom was s...

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...came by quickly and examined him. Bojoby had damaged his language and hearing part of his brain. They had to right down the news on a piece of paper and show him. When he read the words he broke into tears knowing he would never hear or talk again. He starting wheezing and the heart monitor he was attached to started to beep rapidly. They quickly wheeled Bojoby into an operation room. They took at least three hours as his mom waited for the doctor in the waiting room. Finally the doctor walked in. “I’m sorry, but there was too much damage to his brain. There was nothing we could do.” The doctor said softly.

Bojoby’s mom started crying in the waiting room.

Next Week

Bojoby had a small funeral and was buried in the town graveyard. His mom sued the company and she used the money to make a small statue of Bojoby. It still stands in front of his grave to this day.

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