The final verdict!

"Brilliant, a proper confession, that makes things alot easier. Now tell me, what did you do that was so naughty Vanessa?" Miss Wallace asked. Vanessa had no clue how to answer that question. She thought about lying, but in the heat of the moment there was no way she could come up with something they'd believe. "Uhh I'm not really sure, like I was trying to say I only said that to get let in and confront that thief!" She told Miss Wallace.

The audience and Miss Wallace groaned. "Enough with the blaming, how many times are you gonna have to be told, YOU are on trial for being naughty not her!" Miss Wallace yelled at Vanessa, who nodded her head. "Well I don't know then, I'm just naughty." Vanessa told Miss Wallace, she hung her head down in shame and embarassment.

Miss Wallace smiled, a decision came to her mind. "Well if you do not know, then I officially sentence you to spend one week in the idiot cell! If you're that stupid you don't even know what crime you have committed, then you'll be treated like an idiot!" Miss Wallace bellowed and slammed a hammer down on the desk infront of her three times.

Vanessa had no idea what that meant, but it couldn't be good. The guards dragged her away from the podium kicking and screaming. Her aggressive attitude had caused one of the guards to pull out a needle and inject something into her neck. She suddenly felt very drowsy, as her eyelids became heavy. The last thing she saw as the doors closed and her eyes shut was the evil smile from the clown thief waving goodbye to her...