Judging Josiah
ALAINA HAMMOND
“Who the Hell are you to judge me? Bunch of judgmental judges, that’s what you are!” Josiah snapped.
“Come now, Josiah. I’m sure we all can come to a reasonable agreement,” said Nicholas.
“Here’s an agreement: You can all kiss my ass!”
“There’s no need to be crude.”
“Whatever. My outfit was basically regulation. It was only SLIGHTLY modified. I really don’t see why everyone’s so bent out of shape about it.”
Robert cleared his throat. Maggie audibly sighed. Sarah covered her mouth in an attempt to hide her smile. This whole thing was just so patently absurd.
Nicholas resented that he was the only one—besides Josiah—who was speaking. He rubbed his temples.
“Josiah, while it’s true that the Batman cape you were wearing blended in relatively well with your robes, the Batman mask was highly inappropriate.”
“Ugh. Fine, you win. If I’d known being a judge was gonna be so boring, I never would have joined your ranks. You guys are lame.” Josiah jumped on his skateboard and exited in disgust.
Claudine articulated what the rest of them were thinking. “I’m beginning to think he never should have been appointed to the Supreme Court.”
—Alaina Hammond