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I’ve finally found friends! But do you consider me as your friend? I ponder. Someone noisily chattering disrupts my thoughts. Peering out of the window, I realize it’s my friends! The boy and girl who pass by my house every day. They stop at the old oak tree that’s on the corner of my yard. I stare at them trying to memorize their appearance. Happiness and joy are the emotions that are written across clear as day. Doubt and worry are far gone. Caught up in their excitement, they don’t realize that they are crossing my yard. The rumours that are enforced by the town are far from their minds. Those idiotic and absurd rumours I think shaking my head. They are filled with lies. I always thought that people with half a brain would realize that they are slander but nope. I was proven wrong again and again. People will believe what they believe and more than half of the time it’s easier to believe the lies then the truth. The lies are always a more interesting story. The children peer and reach into the tree. They grab a pocket watch. My pocket watch, it is my most prized object. My father gave it to me. It was one of the last things he gave me. This takes me back to an unforgettable and unspeakable time. All of a sudden that memory overcomes me. That terrible incident that I have tried to forget over and over. I try to fight it but it’s all too much. I fall onto my knees and am shrouded in darkness. Light was the first thing that I saw. It came from the window where I always sat. The view was something spectacular. The first thing I always saw were the vibrant green leaves from the oak tree. Behind the tree, were rows of houses. None of these houses were unusually big but they all looked cosy. The room that I was sitting in wa...

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...boy?” the lawyer shouted in front of my face. Taking a long deep breath, he says “Look, I know this is hard for you but I need the truth. The real truth, not just some garbage you made up.” “Swear to the truth and nothing but the truth.” The two lawyers were up front, and they had their hands on a Bible saying what they needed to for the judge. This was the third day of the trial, and my case was coming to an end. I was sitting in the same spot I was sitting in yesterday. I had already memorized the layout. I blocked out all the voices around me because I knew there was nothing I could do to change their minds. It wasn’t until the judge had called my name that I started to pay attention.
“Arthur, with the vote from the jury, you have been sentenced to prison. Now I know that you are a good kid and I feel sorry so I’m going to let you off a little easy.”

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