Court is something that almost everyone is afraid of. Whether it be going to court to serve jury duty or going to court for a ticket. I have gotten my fair share of tickets and let me tell you, it isn't a hay day going to court.
One chilly Tuesday morning I awoke to the blasting racket of sound that my radio was producing. I slowly walked around the house getting dressed and eating breakfast. Once I was completely done getting ready I finally awoke my father. I sat in my cold room until he was all done getting ready. When he got the last hair on his head to finally stand still he shouted at me, "SON LETS GO!" I took that as my key to shut down my computer and leave. The car ride to the courthouse was short and quiet. Being 10am we were both sorta out of it. I looked at my dad and he gazed back at me, not with a look of fury, but with a look of reassurance, reassurance that everything would be ok. Even though it was just a failure to yield ticket, and wouldn't be that bad, I was still scared. As we pulled up to the courthouse we both got out and my dad gave me a hug. .
The courthouse looked like that house on everyone's street, you know, the one that's haunted? I walked inside with my father and looked around and saw 3 guards and a couple metal detectors. I scurried though one and waited for my father on the other side. They pointed us to our door we needed to go in and I, followed by my dad went inside it. Inside were a bunch of kids with tickets, all accompanied by one of their parents. I sat right up front and looked at the judge's stand. When the judge entered I got nervous, and started to shake. The judge started to call out names and when your name was called you had to go up and state your name, who your guardian was and what you did. The judge then read off your sentence. When I went up there it was no different. I stated my name in a shivering voice, "Stephen Thompson," "This is my father Stephen," "I have a failure to yield ticket sir.
