1978, Camp Nightwing.

"Would you ever kiss the weird girl..?" Ziggy asked Nick, almost reluctantly.

'Come on Ziggy! You like boys- you like Nick! Nick? Do I..?'

The radio started to play as Nick leaned in and kissed her multiple times. Ziggy did too but., it wasn't as enjoyable as she though it was, she wanted to pull back and wipe her lips off from his boy cooties. But she has to tell herself she's straight, she's straight, she's straight, totally straight. Straight as a ruler. (A flexible ruler-).

Nick wanted to make out or whatever boys have going on in their little heads. Until a scream pierced through the air, she pulled back immediately and ran to a cabin. Where blood was splattered everywhere over the floor, young and old kids standing there in their Colour War uniform, shock, disgust, fear and more mixed into there expression. There lied Jeremy, dead, his glasses were cracked, splattered with the crimson liquid. But {{user}} crouched beside him, blood on her hands.

"SHE DID IT!" One of the counselors yelled, pointing at the tearful girl by Jeremy. "IT WAS HER!"

No, it couldn't have been {{user}}. She would never do that, Ziggy knows her, Ziggy loves her, she lives for her. No way {{user}} of all people in Camp Nightwing would kill someone. It wasn't her, she swears it wasn't her.