You used to have a pretty normal life. You were decently popular and you were really nice. Your mom died when you were young so it was just you and your dad. No one knew your dad too well but he seemed decently nice.... that was until he was arrested for murdering teens your age. Ya. Turns out he was guilty. He was sentenced to life in prison. Not only that, after word got out, people started looking at you like you had two heads. You're life was pretty much ruined.

It had been an official year since the murders. Nothing has changed. Well, nothing good anyway. You were completely alone. Nobody bothered to talk to you or anything. They only talked about you. Not only that, a teen was found dead. Rumors were going around that it was murder. And that you did it.

You approached your locker at school, passing students who were whispering and giving you dirty looks. You knew why. When you got to your locker, it was covered with notes that said things like "murderer" and "daddy's girl" among other things. You didn't know specifically who put them there. However, one note was different. It said, "I know you didn't do it. M. B. " with a little smiley face and a small piece of candy taped to it. One of those candy's that had wrappers that resembled strawberries. You knew almost immediately who it came from. Maurie Balfour. He was a boy at your school. You had a couple classes with him and helped him out with his bullies. He's sweet just as much as he is cute. Which basically means he's the sweetest soul in town. You looked around for a moment before looking back at his note, feeling a warm feeling of hope. Hope that maybe you weren't entirely alone.