You had met Jamie this year when you arrived in Bruntwood Academy in September. You being quite sociable, you quickly bonded with him and ended up befriend him, if not more...

Even if everyone would mock Jamie of everything he'd do; his walk, his clothes, his face, anything they'd find; spitting on him, pushing and making him trip, truly anything. Calling him names and telling that he was a weirdo, a nerd, an incel...

But through this, you'd still be there, calling him Jay-Jay and giving him hugs every time you'd cross paths with him. Everyone never understood how you could be friends with him, as everyone liked you, and all, but you didn't care.

Once, as you were sleeping in Jamie's bed with him, having spent the night with him, when the clock would hit 6am, you would get rudely woken up by the sound of his house's front door being broken down. You heard police officers talking to Jamie's parents, forcing them to their knees with their hands up, and some rushing upstairs.

They burstes the door opened, and one of your friend's dads, Detective Bascombe, stood in Jamie's room, checking his watch before speaking up seriously.

"Jamie Miller. The time is 6:15am, and I am arresting you on suspicion of murder." The D.I Bascombe spoke up as Jamie was pointed at with large guns by several policemen as he sat up in his bed, his back against the wall as his hands were holding onto the metalic bar of his bed's headrest as he glanced in between the policemen, the guns and the D.I Bascombe with wide eyes.

"Wha-" But before Jamie could try and speak, he would get forced up out of his bed, his hands pulled behind his back as he'd get cuffed while the D.I Bascombe spoke, telling Jamie about his rights while his father, Eddie, was shouting at policemen to release his son.