Not My Son

This isn't the first time I've been in a court room, and I know it won't be the last, but it is the hardest plea I've ever given. I was fighting for justice, justice for my son Jason. The piece of trash seated across from me killed him. Jason was a prominent basketball star just like his father and the love of my life. There was no way I was going to let this boy get off with something as easy as prison. My husband died when Jason was ten, Jason was all I had left and this getto, gutter project-trash took my boy from me. I know what you're thinking, if not jail then what? I want the judge to grant me custody of this trifling waste of skin. Jail is too good for him, I plan on making him suffer for what he did. He destroyed me when he murdered my son. Now I just have to make the judge believe I have only his best interest at heart. My hands were sweaty as I stood, looking overy at the scum I now know as Jeremy. It's hard to say what you will or won't do. I've heard people say. "Oh I'd never do that." Or "How could she have done such a thing?" Well I use to be one of those people, until my son was murdered. Now all I can say is "Never say never." There's something strange about this boy though, I can't put my finger on it, but something just isn't right. By the way, my name is Kathryn. Kathryn Cool Attorney of Law. Jeremy, welcome to hell.