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"How do you plead?" the judge asked. I have no clue what her name was, but she was a big, ugly, fat Effie.

"M-O-R-T-A-L" I signed. Yes, I'm a mute, I can't talk. I think I chose the wrong word, I thought as the judge's face turned a brick red.

"Isn't everyone?" she asked, obviously infuriated.

"N-O." I signed. Heck, I didn't even know what I was accused of.

"I sentence you to 5 years in prison. If anyone here has anything to say against it, speak/sign now or forever hold your peace." A boy clad in street clothes, a.k.a. ratty, threadbare, and full of holes stepped forward.

"I speak now," he said in a confident voice.

"What do you speak?" she fixed him with a glare that could have brought down the local church.

"I plead her innocence." I looked at him with a look that must have said it all: 'who the heck are you???'

"On what charges?" she asked.

"I'm the killer." Now, my face was just open to astonishment.

"Really, young man?" I guess that means that they thought me a murderer. Honestly, do you think me; an 13-year-old girl could have killed someone???

"Yes Mam."

"Girl, you're free!" I gave her a curt nod and walked out the door of the courtroom.

I made my way to the cubbyhole where I'd taken residence. Guess who was there? My Savior. The Boy.

"I'm Tuck," he said. I just looked at him.

"What's your name?" he asked. I gestured to my throat and formed the words, I can't speak with my dead mouth.

What do you think?? I have no clue what to do with this story. I think that it's a pretty good beginning. If you have an idea, e-mail me or review.