#Chapter143

A few weeks later

The space was small, smaller than I would expect a court room to be. If I remember correctly, the one back in the states was bigger than this one.

I felt hideous, dressed in prisoner's clothing while everyone around me wore suits. The guards didn't allow me to wore one myself because they're a bunch of miserable dicks and want to see others miserable, too.

Nervously, I rub my hands on my thighs. "Come on, now, we got this shit, don't worry."

I give coach a side glare. "Last time I heard that from you, I ended up in a fucking cell. Don't jinx us...