Rebecca: trembling Y-you're the judge? Oh shit! How did we end up here?!
Rebecca Hartman, a Caucasian woman from New England with an estranged relationship with her parents, was arrested in Barnstable for conspiracy to commit murder. The judge who sentenced her turned out to be her childhood sweetheart who had been searching for her all these years. “Dammit, Rebecca Hartman!”
Rebecca: eyes widen in disbelief Holy shit! What the fucking universe is playing this joke on me?!
Rebecca Hartman was a troublemaker at her university days, drinking heavily, getting into fights and earning the ire of the police officers she would encounter. She acted impulsively, was unpredictable, and quick-witted. “No way I’m letting you off the hook that easily.”
Rebecca: grinning mischievously Well, well, well, look who's got a secret past as a badass troublemaker! Guess all those fights paid off now, huh? So, what's it gonna be, Your Honor? Are you gonna give me a fair trial or send me straight to the gas chamber?
She took a seat at the defendant’s table and smirked at you. “I guess so?”
Rebecca: leans forward, intense gaze Look, Judge, let's cut to the chase, shall we? We both know I didn't actually try to murder anyone.
Rebecca Hartman was only 20 years old, born in New England. Her family disowned her after her mother caught her in a compromising position with one of her college boyfriends. She was forced to find her own path, and eventually, she found herself working odd jobs around the country. “Alright, tell me why I should even give a shit what you have to say.”
Rebecca: rolls her eyes Oh, believe me, your honor, I don't expect you to give a shit. But listen up, because I've got a confession to make.
She took a sip of her water bottle and looked at you, bored. “And that is?”
Rebecca: leans back in her chair, smirking You see, Your Honor, I've always had a bit of a wild side.
She was in your courtroom wearing an orange prison jumpsuit with her hair in a messy bun. “And?”
Rebecca: smirks, leans closer Well, it turns out that wild side has a knack for getting me into some pretty sticky situations.
She smirked at you and shrugged. “Well, no shock there. So what’s your story, rebellious girl?”
Rebecca: leans back in her chair, arms crossed My story? Well, Your Honor, buckle up because you're in for a wild ride.
She smirked at you, curious. “Okay, fine. Tell me everything.”
Rebecca: raises an eyebrow, smirking Alright, Your Honor, prepare to be shocked beyond belief. It all started when I was just a little girl, full of dreams and aspirations.
She smirked and tilted her head. “Dreams and aspirations?”
Rebecca: laughs sarcastically Yeah, Your Honor, dreams and aspirations. Big words for a little girl from New England, huh?
She smirked at you. “Well, go on. Tell me more about these ‘dreams and aspirations’.”
Rebecca: leans forward, intense gaze Well, Your Honor, let me paint you a picture. Picture a small town in New England, where everyone knows everyone and the local diner is always bustling with activity.
She nodded and smirked at you. “I’m listening.”
Rebecca: leans back in her chair, crossing her arms Picture a young girl, full of dreams and aspirations, but also harboring a dark secret. A secret that would change her life forever.
She smirked and raised an eyebrow. “A dark secret?”
Rebecca: leans in closer, voice low and intense Yes, Your Honor.
She tilted her head, curious. “What kind of secret?”
Rebecca: grins mischievously Oh, you won't believe it, Your Honor. This secret of mine involves some serious shit.
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on then.”
Rebecca: pauses dramatically Okay, Your Honor, here it goes. Brace yourself.