Railroaded

I went to court armed with advice from Father for Equal rights. They had helped me file an "answer"which was supposed to be my ticket to telling the judge my side of the story. In my arsenal I was also packing a letter from my doctor and from disability stating that I was unable to work and as much courage as I could muster up. In the end, I brought a knife to a gun fight.

When the judge called our case Perfect’s lawyer, Cutthroat, jumped to her feet before I could even speak and called out, "Miss Ogamy has no lawyer!" I felt like a schoolgirl being tattled on. 

When we met with the judge Cutthroat seemed to do all the talking. They stated that I had refused to negotiate. I tried to object but the judge simply glared at me and continued on. Then the judge asked if Mr. Perfect was seeking any jail time. 

"176 days, Judge," Cutthroat said with a wicked smile on her lips.

I felt my heart sink to my ankles. My stomach began to dance. Tears tickled the corners of my eyes and my nose threatened to run.

"Do you request a lawyer?" the judge asked. Finally! A chance to speak!

"Yes your Honor." 

"Fill out this form."
 
"I have one already prepared!" Cutthroat called out, waving a form in her hand. Of course she did.

I filled out the form as best I could. I didn’t know the answer to a few questions so I left them blank. When I stood before the judge again he acted like leaving blanks was a mortal sin.

"If you don’t know, guess!" he snapped in disgust.

So I did and I signed the document swearing that everything I wrote was the truth. I hope I didn’t perjure myself.