Personal Narrative In The Court Case

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The judge entered the room. The prosecutor and I stood and the court case was now in session. The prosecuting attorney stated the charges. It was now my turn to defend my client as the defense. I had no idea what to do. I stood up and began to speak. The prosecutor looked very confident as i began to speak, but the further i went, the more nervous and shaky he became. My client was charged on the account of breaking and entering. I managed to somehow use my creativity to worm my way out of this situation being that my client was guilty and confessed. After the session concluded the camp counselor came up to me and said that my defense was one of the most creative and unorthodox win he has ever witnessed. That was the moment i realized I enjoyed

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