Personal Narrative: The Defendant Is Not Guilty

“The defendant is…not guilty,” said the judge. Yes, my plan actually worked. I can’t believe that Herb actually made everybody agree that I was innocent. I actually got away with killing my idiotic father. Oh I despised him so much, he would beat me and yell at me for no apparent reason. I remember that day like it was yesterday, I went to the drugstore and bought myself a switchblade knife. I was so irritated and I was ready to do anything to get rid of that old hag. I walked into the apartment and he was sitting down at the table. I snuck up behind him and stabbed him in the chest as hard and fast as I possibly could. He yelled then turned around and looked at me with a shocked look then fell on the ground. Right when he died, I felt devastated but also overjoyed because I wasn’t going to get abused anymore, however, I also lost my dad.
While I was out walking I was planning on how I will react to seeing him there lying on the ground with the knife in his chest. Also I didn’t know if the police was going to be there so I was practicing my facial reaction to make it seem I was so surprised. I came up with a story of how I wasn’t home to make it seem I had no possible way of killing my father. I walked back home and there was the police in my apartment taking pictures and investigating the scene. The officer comes over to me asking where I have been and who is this. I answered him while trying to sound shocked and devastated. They told me that I have to go to court where the jury will decide if I am guilty or not. The next day I reached out to my older friend Herb who is going to be part of the jury and I begged him to convince everybody that I am not guilty. I specifically told him to do whatever it takes to get me free and I will do anything to repay him.