Geron Estella
Period 4
The Story of an Accused
It all started when I set foot during my 12th grade year in High School. The School was
named George Washington’s High School, an average place, but was set in a neighborhood full
of delinquents and a widespread abuse of drugs. Me coming from a small Asian family in
Minnesota weren’t really use to the city life in California, but oh well, might as well get used to
it. I didn’t mind, actually, I liked the tall buildings, the breeze, and the cool, yet sunny beaches of
California. In Minnesota, there were no such thing as tall as a skyscraper; the closest you’ll find
is a two story house isolated and many miles away from a neighbor. Here in California, there are
many buildings closer together, and neighborhoods were so tightly packed I barely could
breathe.
When I passed through the gates of the school everyone mad-dogged me and looked at
me as if I was some kind of pest, or as if I was some kind of a bug that was easily to get rid of by
just stepping on it. I ignored all the people who stared at me, and proceeded to my first period
room, 208. As I entered the room, the same feeling overcame me as if I entered another pair of
gates to where another set of people stared at me. The teacher was busy on the phone, and while
she was on the phone all the students were fooling around as if she never existed. When she got
off she gave the class directions.
“Alright class line up at the back of the room and wait to be called”
She began calling people’s names and began placing them into seats and eventually came across
my name.
“Tony Nguyen.” She said “Come over and sit right here.” She then patted on top of the left side
of the desk indicating specifically where I should be seated.
As I looked to my right I spot a cute girl gathering her stuff in her binder. She was Asian as well,
she was skinny and fit, and had a cute face that looked way better than the girls that I’ve seen in
Minnesota. I started to act shy, but I pretended not to care about her to make myself not look like
a creep.
As time goes on and the year approaches to an end I have found out that she had a boyfriend that
has already graduated high school and attends a college nearby. He comes to visit her mostly
every day afterschool, but during the day, little did he know that she flirts with many other guys
in school.
One day her boyfriend catches her redhanded by going through her phone and reading text
messages afterschool. I can tell by the look on his face he was going to commit harsh actions, so
I waited to see the outcome. He then approaches a guy, who I’m guessing is the guy that texted
his girl, he then started grabbing him and pulling him away to the back of the school, which was
all canyons and fields, and no supervision whatsoever. I followed them because of my curiosity,
and as I peered through the corner of the wall, I see him holding a gun faced down with a bit of
smoke coming out of it, as I peered more I noticed a body, it was the body of the guy who texted
his girl. When he left I decided to help the wounded man and approached the body, I then started
hearing sirens, and as soon as I know it, I find myself surrounded by police pointing guns at me
“Put your damn hands up!” demanded a police officer
I followed orders and tried telling him that this was not my fault; they then took me into custody
and kept me in jail for several days. I then was sentenced to court, I faced the judge and he told
me that I was sentenced to death for Second Degree Murder. Because of this, I regret of letting
curiosity getting the best of me, and I regret approaching the body. With this, I leave my last
memento, for tomorrow my fate will be set upon me.