Before we begin, I must admit this to you, members of the jury: my client is completely innocent. Perhaps you have heard this before, but it is true this time and this time only. No one could be more purer of a man than Mr. Fairbanks, here.
"How can this be?" You ask me, your narrowed eyebrows and squinted crows-feet are questioning me also. Simply put, he is in no way guilty. Anything that the prosecution has put into your mind, rid yourself of it. All of the blame and pointing fingers only belong to the deceased, whom is the only guilty one in this trial, and whom is receiving punishment wherever he went after he stepped off of that ledge.
Mr. Fairbanks, here, clearly, could not have committed this crime for the sake that he is mentally insane. See how his eyes dart every direction and how his fingers tap restlessly against the wooden table?
"What if he is faking it?" Your mind is wondering, pondering and the knitting of your eyebrows and the stroking of your chins reveals this to me. Your eyes widen from their squinted forms to slight astonishment. Yes, I know you better than you know yourself.
But see how Mr. Fairbanks rolls his head from side to side? See how he doesn't register a single thing anyone is saying? Is he physically insane, capable of harming anyone, pushing anyone off a building? No, I say, because he is incapable of even taking himself to the restroom.
Now, you, the jury, must decide if this poor man's fate is to be sentenced to a wrongful death or freedom for what he obviously longs for, what he needs and he deserves.
"Did he really do it?" You question me after you declare the man innocent, verbal this time, and your eyes are widening and tensing, twitching in the corners to finally seek the truth.
"Yes. The innocent man is guilty." I admit and you gasp, you call me names, but I'll be the one headed to Cancun next week and not you. Members of the jury, you are excused.
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In AP English III, we are to set up a mock trial with Jane Eyre, and I was chosen to defend Mr. Rochester on two counts of fraud. To get into the conniving, sly attorney mood, I decided to write this before starting.
-La la la lie... the spaceman that can't get high
Kaila Nicole
