The courtroom was tense, the air thick with anticipation. The judge, a stern woman in her late fifties with a reputation for being unforgiving, peered down at the defendant over her glasses. Her lips curled into a faint smirk as she addressed him.
“Mr. David Miller,” she began, her voice dripping with condescension. “You’ve chosen to represent yourself in this case. Grand theft auto and resisting arrest are serious charges. Are you sure you don’t want a real attorney? This isn’t a game, young man.”
David, a scrawny 18-year-old, stood up. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his ill-fitting suit — a hand-me-down from his older brother. He looked like any other teenager caught up in trouble: nervous, out of place, and utterly unprepared.
The gallery of spectators chuckled softly, and even the prosecutor — a seasoned attorney in a sharp suit with a sharper tongue — couldn’t hide his amusement. But when David spoke, his voice was……Read Full Story Here……………..
