[ WP ] Food Court is an actual court with judge and jury

“ Order in the court! ” Judge Brittni yelled, banging her gavel against the worn table elevated on several textbooks. 
 
 The crowd hushed, excluding a few jocks who continued to make quiet jeers to each other. A sharp glare from the teenaged judge was all that was needed to silence them. 
 
 Once all was quiet, Brittini looked towards her cameraman – a spindly nerd clutching an iPhone in the back – to start rolling. He gave her a thumbs up and she donned her best winning smile. 
 
 “ And welcome back to Food Court – located here in the Dalesfield Mall. I am Judge Brittni, and it is my sworn duty is to bring justice to all Sunnyville High disputes. Now rise as our first two people enter the courtroom. ” 
 
 All eyes went back on the two girls walking to the front. They both wore Sunnyville cheerleading uniforms but their similarities ended there. 
 
 Tiffany was the definition of the most popular girl in school – tall, blond, beautiful, and the biggest bitch around. Her uniform was tight against her tan skin, accentuating her features. Some of the jocks started howling as she passed by them and in response she giggled playfully. 
 
 Franny, however, was far humbler in appearance. Her mass of red hair was a floated around her like a frizzy cloud no matter how many scrunchies she used in an attempt to tame it. Her uniform was far looser, hanging off her pale, freckled body in the most unflattering way possible. 
 
 Once the two girls sat, Brittni began ruffling through her papers. 
 
 “ So it seems you two are here because of… ” 
 
 “ Because that bitch stole my boyfriend! ” Franny said, cutting Brittni off mid-sentence. 
 
 The judge lowered her spectacles, eyeing Franny hard. “ Franny, you know I don ’ t like to be interrupted. Now, from the report given by Tiffany here, she says that your boyfriend – Dan Weaver – voluntarily hooked up with her after James Corbyn ’ s party last week. ” She leaned over to whisper to her bailiff. “ And did you see that epic kegster? ” 
 
 Tiffany smiled, nodding. “ That ’ s correct, your honor. ” 
 
 “ And did you reject his advances? ” 
 
 The cheerleader frowned, as if as asked to solve a question in algebra. “ Why would I do that? ” 
 
 “ Because he was in a relationship. ” 
 
 “ Well my mom always says ‘ the product is on sell unless it has a ring on it ’, ” Tiffany said, twirling a finger around her golden hair. 
 
 “ And that ’ s why you ’ re a skank, ” Franny said, crossing her arms. 
 
 The audience gasped, rumors running amuck. Judge Brittni could already feel her phone vibrating with a constant string of tweets about that nobody Franny calling the most popular girl in school a ‘ skank ’. 
 
 Tiffany, however, wasn ’ t fazed. She turned to Franny, her wicked smile still as bright as ever. 
 
 “ Excuse me, but you should be glad that I even let you on the cheer team. The only reason was because the principal told me to be more ‘ diverse ’. And after all that I did to help you, you make these claims without evidence? ” 
 
 Franny held up her phone, frowning. “ You literally filmed you two having sex on Snapchat. *Everyone* saw it. ” 
 
 A mumbled wave of agreement rumbled through the crowd. 
 
 “ Order, order! ” Brittni said, gaveling away. “ Not only is this an issue of fidelity but also child pornography, at that. But since I ’ m not a real judge, we ’ ll just ignore that last part. I ’ ve made my decision – it is now up to the jury to decide. ” 
 
 Everyone looked to the side as the jury filed to their respective tables. They all wore the same cheerleading uniforms as the two girls, like dolls modeled after Tiffany herself. They smiled at their cheer captain and gave Franny dirty looks. 
 
 The redhead turned to Tiffany. “ You fucking bought the jury in your favorite? ” 
 
 Tiffany shrugged, filing her nails. “ I have my ways. ” 
 
 Judge Brittni ’ s grip tightened on the one-hundred-dollar bill hidden under her cloak. 
 
 One of the jurors stood, paper in hand, although she never read from it. “ We, the jury, find the defendant not guilty on all accounts. The plaintiff, however, shall be sentenced to the bottom of the pyramid for the rest of the semester. ” 
 
 “ What? That ’ s not how it works! I can ’ t be charged. ” Franny turned to Brittni. “ They can ’ t do that, right? ” 
 
 The judge shrugged. “ Like I said, I ’ m not a real judge. ” She then looked and pointed to the cameraman. “ But that concludes today ’ s first case. Stay tuned because we ’ ll be back after this commercial break. ”
