(Note: I found The Rounds about a month ago, and I absolutely love it. 
Anyways, I thought I'd give it a try. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a
while, except I have no clue where to go with it. And any mistakes are purely mine. I am always looking to improve my writing, so if there are mistakes, shoot
me a message.)
He watched as the jury filed back into the courtroom. He tried to read their body language, their faces, and make eye contact with each one, trying to get a sense as to which way they had voted. But he couldn't tell. Maybe it was because he was trained to always look for the vote to go for his team, not for his personal view like he was now. The forewomen handed the paper to the bailiff, who then handed it to the judge. He tried to read Judge Rivera's face, but it was as blank as ever. The bailiff handed the note back to the forewoman.
"Members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?"
"Yes, Your Honor."
"Would the defendant please rise?" He stood, along with his lawyer, and anxiously watched the forewoman.
"How do you find?"
"On the count of murder in the second degree, we, the jury, find the defendant, John McCoy, guilty."
Anyways, I thought I'd give it a try. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a
while, except I have no clue where to go with it. And any mistakes are purely mine. I am always looking to improve my writing, so if there are mistakes, shoot
me a message.)
He watched as the jury filed back into the courtroom. He tried to read their body language, their faces, and make eye contact with each one, trying to get a sense as to which way they had voted. But he couldn't tell. Maybe it was because he was trained to always look for the vote to go for his team, not for his personal view like he was now. The forewomen handed the paper to the bailiff, who then handed it to the judge. He tried to read Judge Rivera's face, but it was as blank as ever. The bailiff handed the note back to the forewoman.
"Members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?"
"Yes, Your Honor."
"Would the defendant please rise?" He stood, along with his lawyer, and anxiously watched the forewoman.
"How do you find?"
"On the count of murder in the second degree, we, the jury, find the defendant, John McCoy, guilty."
