• I was anxious. We were in the Milwaukee City Courthouse. Anne Watkins was defending me, acting as my lawyer. Mom was right beside me, sitting, and holding my hand WAY too hard. "Has the jury reached a decision?" questioned
    Judge Lauber. "Yes, we have, your honor. We find Madaline Adams-" Oh no, the big decision. I could go to jail for this... It haunted me those few seconds that the jury nodded their heads. "-not guilty." A sense of relief rushed through me. I was delighted I wouldn't have to go to Juvie. My mom gave me a kiss that made her blonde, curly, hair sprayed- too-much hair bounce. Anne gave me a hug. An... awkward one... to say the least. "But..." Judge Lauber started, "Madaline may not go home until this case gets put safely into our files. This could take up to three days. Until then, she will stay in our Homing Center. Make sure you bring some clothes for her, Mrs Adams." "It's Miss, your honor." TO BE CONTINUED