These people don’t know who I am and if they did they would run, On the outside I’m a young lady from a wealthy family, what other lies are there to be spun. All secrets are out, after all this time I have finally been caught, I don’t know if I should feel angry or relieved, I haven’t been properly taught. When it’s my time to speak I don’t want to be proven innocent, I want them to shout guilty as charged and for me to be locked away, Then I won’t have to deal with seeing this ugly side of society every single day. I see people on my side saying lies to the judge in order to let me go, Every time they open their mouths I want to jump up and scream “No!” Because all of these lies, every single one of them is simply not true, I don’t want to be underestimated for the things that I did and will do. I look around the room feeling empathetic for the lower class, They are nothing but worthless and it would be too easy to have them in the grass. I’m a criminal that no one suspects and that doesn’t make it great, It makes me sad to think that no one is caring or wondering why Felix is late.