Jury Narrative

Here Jury, Here’s My Confession

Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a prisoner? They might have done something bad to get there but have you ever wondered what it’s like in someone’s life once they get put behind bars?
A bright yellow light coming from the ceiling was shining in my eyes. I rolled out of bed with a slight groan. My back started cracking in different places like fireworks going off. I could see the sun shining off the metal bars but no warmth was giving off. The only warmth I can get is from a thin white sheet that I have to use as a cover. The air conditioner which is placed at the bottom of my bed makes a continues low humming sound which ruins the morning silence. The room isn’t the best place on earth but what choice

There’s five sinks attached to the wall in my part of the prison which isn’t nearly enough for over hundred prisoners. I finally get to a sink. I brush my teeth wipe my mouth then throw the towel in the bin for the laundry. I trudge back to my “room” along the way collecting a crooked brush with envious thoughts in my head of the people outside who get to roam freely. After I finish tidying up I walk along to the Mess Hall where we eat our meals. It’s probably one of the most exciting places in a prison there’s always a few table flipping’s and food fights but I tend to take no notice of it all. The menu for breakfast today is oatmeal, toast and boiled egg. The oatmeal is unsweetened and very chewy I have to force this down as I know it will be the only meal I get till dinner and the toast was more like bread. Once I finished eating I get up and take my tray over to the wash basin. I rush back along to my room and change into my trainers for free play. I sit on the green grassy mound while watching time go by. The fresh air is relaxing but also irritating. There are always shifty deals going on outside with the other inmates with people dealing drugs sneaked in by visitors. It’s always interesting to watch how different gangs do there on shifty plans. Just as I’m away in my own world I realise a shadowy figure in front of me. I turn around and its one of the

“Please stand.”
Once the Jury were at their seats:
“You may sit. The Jury and I have made our decision, Miss Scarlett Rose. You have admitted to murdering your parents is that right?”
“Yes your honour but, but…”
“Silence! Therefore, the rest of the Jury and I pronounce you guilty!”
Collapsing to the floor in screams of terror.
“Nooooo, Noooooo!”
“Listen, Listen! You are sentenced to a minimum of 37 years Miss Scarlett Rose. Your kids are not allowed to visit until further noticed and will be looked after by social services!”
“How, how can this happen! It wasn’t my fault. You better watch I’ll get you one day. I’ll get you all. You’ll