Personal Narrative: The Perfect Brown Colored Courtroom

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When I trudged into the brown colored courtroom, I felt every set of eyes look at me. I felt everyone waiting for me to do or say something that would get me punished without thinking twice. They all knew that yesterday I had sworn to tell the truth, and that oath I could not break. There was one man in particular I knew I would not like. His perfect brown coat indicated that he was rich, and not on my side. His eyes met mine for a brief moment, he grimaced, and I immediately turned my head straight. Finally, I got to my seat, acknowledged the judge, and sat down, feeling the cold leather touch my pants. That is where I sit now, waiting for the judge to start talking. “Here we have Joan.” He says, then looks at me. “We can begin after you