Caught In The Act

My plan. My perfect plan. So thought out....so definitely defined....all gone. I can't believe this happened.

"Miss Deen, you know why we're here today. We know why you're here today." The lawyer said. His name was John Calivar, and he was short and round, with a light brown comb-over and a grey business suit. If it had been any other time, just passing him on the street, he would have appeared to be the normal middle-aged man who you could spend an entire day just talking to. But now, in this courtroom, his brown puppy-dog eyes were filled with hatred...hatred directed at me.

I stared at him, blue eyes the color of ice burning into his. He shuffled his feet a bit, but it seemed I was the only one to notice.

"The prosecution calls James Adole to the stand!" Mr. Calivar called, his voice echoing with forced confidence. A tall, dark haired 18 year-old boy with bright green eyes took the stand and said his oath. His muscles rippled under his grey v-neck as he sat down next to the judge.

"Mr. Adole," Mr. Calivar started, pacing slowly back and forth. "Where were you the night of October 31, 2014?"

"I was home, with Cali. We were studying for the math test we had that Monday." James said smoothly. His features were, like mine, relaxed as he spoke of our meeting last Friday. I blinked, meeting his eyes and waiting for him to continue.

"Do you have anyone who can verify that?" Mr. Calivar asked.

James shook his head. "We were alone. Our parents had gone out to a dinner party a few hours before and didn't get home until late that night after we had fallen asleep." He responded.

"So, you stayed the night with Miss Deen then?" Calivar asked. James nodded.

"What do you know of Miss Deen's....eh....maniacal habits?" Calivar asked.

James shook his again. "Cali has always been a bit...creative. But, she's ever been one to want to hurt people. She's never done anything but help them." James said, his words like velvet, sending the jury into a murmuring mess.

Mr. Calivar shook his head, clearly distraught.

"But, Mr. Adole, surely someone so 'kind and compassionate' couldn't have attempted genocide of the entire human race!"

Okay, maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you a little about me before you hear anymore.

My name is Cali Deen. I am 19 years-old and a senior in high school. I've been a straight A student my entire life, wanting nothing else but to go to college. But all that changed on November 1, 2014 when I was arrested for attempted genocide of the entire human race.

It was early that morning, and James had already left my house after our 'study date' for the coming exam in Calculus. I was dressed as I normally would, in skinny jeans and a tank top, and walked through town with my large winter jacket on. It was cold for a November morning, and I wasn't about to go get sick before I could complete my task. What is this task, you ask? Poisoning the water supply using the vial of poison stuffed into my pocket.

I walked at a brisk pace, determined to reach the water bottling plant at the very edge of our crowded city. My plan: Poison the reservoir holding the already purified water with a poison of my own design that's completely untraceable to testing. Pretty good, huh?

I reached the plant a few minutes later and snuck inside. The security here stunk, despite it being the most popular brand of water in the world, and it didn't take me long to reach the giant reservoir of sparkling, crystal clear water. I climbed the ladder, my muscles toned and fit from exercise, and easily got to the top. I unscrewed a small screw from the lid and removed the vial from my pocket. Pressing the opening to the lid I...