- My audition - She fiddled with her ring, something she always did when she was nervous. She was next, this moment could destroy her life . Her plan needed to work. “Alexandra Scott!” yelled the judge as she entered the courtroom. All eyes were on her, the pressure made her gut feel even worse, like it was being flipped upside down. “Alexandra Scott, found guilty of stealing. You tried to steal at least £1,000 worth of antiques and artefacts. Am I right?” Asked the judge with a stern look on his face. “Y…n…no sir.” She said on the verge of a nervous meltdown. “Well then,” the judge said, his face even tighter than before, “who stole it? All evidence points towards you.” “Well, I…I don’t know what happened.” “Likely story.” “I was just working my shift as a volunteer. I didn’t steal anything!” “Proof?” “I was in the bathroom the whole time! Have you checked the cameras?” “Yes, of course we have. But the footage has been cut off. Someone hacked the security cameras.” Alex frowned, “What?" she felt like dancing, but kept her face shocked, "Well what evidence do you have?” She said, as she fiddled with her ring. The judge scowled, “You were the only one near the artefacts. The guards were found unconscious, they later described seeing a woman in a black and navy hoodie, with black leggings punching them. The glass was found smashed, artefacts gone.” “I was wearing my uniform, a green shirt and blue jeans.” “Really? You are really expecting me to believe you?” “Ask my co-workers.” The judge shook his head, “You might’ve just changed clothes.” Alex shrugged, “possibly, did you check the fingerprints on the glass?” “No…” “Well then, what are you waiting for?” The man banged his mallet, “Alexandra Scott, you will be held under house arrest whilst we review the evidence.” A faint smile tugged at Alex’s face. She could always escape from her home. Right?
It’s a story. If I get through the thingy I will continue the story. I probably won’t be able to though… Next section will be about well, the crime and how she escapes from her home.
