Rushing back

Stacy’s heart raced as she hurried back to the courtroom, but it felt like an impossible task. Fear of the unknown gripped her, and people on the street stared at her strangely. Despite the fear, she kept going, her small legs moving as fast as they could. When she reached the courtroom, the door was closed, and muffled voices came from inside. She breathed heavily, listening at the door, eager to find out what was happening. Stacy had to know.

Stopped by a guard

Stacy faced a surprise at the courtroom: guards stopped her. She told them she had a hearing, but they were skeptical. Even as they tried to stop her, Stacy wriggled free and rushed inside. The guards yelled after her, but she didn’t glance back. What lay ahead in the courtroom was still a mystery.

Bursting through the door

Stacy rushed back to the same courtroom. The judge was talking about her sudden vanishing when she burst in, making the judge look surprised. She seemed worn out, catching her breath. The room was tense, and everyone stared at her, waiting for her story. Even though she was tired, Stacy started to tell them what happened during her absence. The courtroom grew silent, with everyone eager to hear. What was the story behind her disappearance?

Helping Stacy

Jim rushed to help Stacy sit, and she was out of breath. She stammered, “I…I have proof.” Her urgency surprised Jim, and he asked what proof she meant. Stacy repeated herself, this time loud enough for everyone to hear. Her foster parents seemed stunned by her sudden declaration. The room was tense, and everyone waited, holding their breath, curious about the evidence. What could it be? Everyone wanted to know.

Wanting everyone to hear

Stacy’s foster mom was confused by her sudden outburst. “What do you mean?” she asked, surprised. “Didn’t you enjoy your time with us?” Stacy turned to the judge, who’d been overseeing her case. He suggested going back to the room. But Stacy was determined. “No,” she said firmly. “I want everyone to hear.” Her words hung in the air, full of meaning. The room fell silent as they waited for her to reveal her secret. What had prompted her to speak out like this?

Telling her story

Stacy stood tall and looked at her foster parents, then the judge. She began, “This family isn’t as nice as they seem.” Her voice was strong. The judge seemed interested, but his face gave nothing away. Stacy continued, saying things were happening in that house no one knew about, things no one would want to believe. She paused for a moment, then added, “I’m not lying; I can prove it.” The courtroom was silent, all eyes on Stacy as she prepared to reveal her shocking truth.