All Chapters of Oak Tree: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

15th July, 2027 "All rise," Says the clerk, as everyone in the court, including me, wait for the results. Once we all stand up, the judge clears his throat and says, "Mr Portman, I hereby declare you guilty on charges, assault and attempted murder. Therefore, you are submitted to seven years in prison. May God have mercy in your soul." Once done, everyone lets out a sigh of relief, including me. I have worked so hard in this case, like I literally gave my heart and soul for this case. It's not been long since I turned into an official lawyer at Trust and co., when I was an intern; no one actually gave much heed on what my work was. All they told me to do was bring them coffee or lunch, or I had to organise their files. But one day, my boss was away and no one was there to take on his case that came except me, since I was his intern. That gave me my chance to prove my worth. A Miss Braxton came over and filed a case on her husband, saying she

I sit on the floor, motionless, as the whole world around me is busy with work. Figures move around me, different noises are heard, but am not actually seeing or listening. My thoughts are too dishevelled. A while ago, I heard sirens. Sirens from an ambulance, and then from a police car. Everyone around are busy asking and answering questions. Some people even try to take answers from me. But am not into any of it. There's only one thought swirling in my head. Joslyn is dead. She's dead. She's dead. Joslyn is dead. Suicide.Of all things, Joslyn committed suicide. Why? Why would she do that? I have already read the suicide not, but it makes no sense. The suicide not goes like this:To all my loved ones, if you are reading this, it means that am already gone. And when I say I'm gone, I mean dead. The fact that I took my own life will be really shocking to you all, I know. And I also know that everyone will want an explanation.Firstly, I want to tell

24th July 2027 A few days later:   The last few days have been really hectic. I couldn’t pull myself together, the powerful lawyer I am. So I did the one thing I thought right. I took a break. I told Trust and co. I might be absent for a while, at least a week. They agreed without any delay. It’s not been a whole week yet, but I still feel like I have to go back to work. I can’t let the past haunt me forever, even if I was one of the cause of her death. I have to move on, just like everyone else. Even Ben decided to move on, for Jos’s sake. Ben moved on a little differently. He still visits Jos’s grave every day, telling here all about his daily chores that his done. Today he cut tomatoes for the first time, how they shaped, etc. How I happened to know all this? Simple. Every time I went to visit Jos, n

 What the hell? The first thought that runs through my head is robbery, or something more dangerous. But then I hear the voice of laughter erupting from inside, and they are all too familiar. Surely, it isn’t any evil laugh coming from a robber or something. And why would he laugh? It’s not like he’s holding someone hostage or something. And for the record, there is NO ONE in my apartment to hold hostage anyway. And the voices are all too familiar for a robber. But the main question is, what in the name of the seven seas are they doing here? Right in my apartment? I type the code and swing the door open. Inside, I’m greeted by the sight of literally a dozen or so people roaming around. One by one, I recognise them. Ben. Charlie. Joseph. Joy. Lucy. Their friends. Ryan. Paul. Rob. Their friends. The rest of the cheer leading team including the soccer team. Lara. And of course, Kate. Well that explains the entry to my apartment tha

We let go of each other’s hands as quickly as we had grasped it earlier. Great. Just how great. After all we did, we lose like this, not even winning the debater of the day award. Were we that bad? Did we do it that worse? I don’t think so. That’s not how I saw it. Then why? I could feel the tears that where forming, stinging my eyes. I blinked twice, trying to pull it in. but no matter how hard I tired, I kept recalling all that had happened in just the last few minutes and that made me angrier and upset even more. To avoid embarrassment, I quickly stood up from my place, turning everyone’s  attention towards me. I knew it was imprudent of me, trying to break rules in another school. But I couldn’t help it, not when I had so much anger bubbling inside me. My eyes where already blurry from the tears, so I walked out with my head bowed down, the other two following me. Through the blurriness, I saw a hand stretch out to me for a hand sha