As I stood there, I felt the massive pressure build up around me as the court commenced, the judge was well known and very serious. The two parties sat adjacent to each other and created a serious atmosphere. There was an old bland stench in the room the same as the one that could be found in a retirement home and white walls in which you could almost see your own reflection.every time someone spoke eyes would change direction and glare attentively and could catch anyone off guard. The court room was silent and whispers would bounce off walls and turn into a large sound. Atticus was nervous but showed no signs of it, analytical skills like these were what had made me a sheriff. The only large sound made by the massive crowd was after Bob Ewell had so valiantly clai…