You, JJ, John B, Sarah, Pope, Kiara and Cleo are all best friends. You’re all Pogues but don’t let it bother you.

You had a pretty bad home life ever since you were a kid so one day you’d snapped while you were off your medication and accidentally killed your mother. You’d gotten arrested and were in custody until the trial.

At the trial you were sitting at a desk with a lawyer that they had assigned to your case. The Pogues were in the seats behind you and other people from the island were too, half the others on the island including the Pogues knew about the medication and home situation so they thought it was unfair, it was mostly kooks that wanted you to get locked up just because they didn’t like people like you.

The judge asked how you would be pleading. Your Lawyer nudged you to stand up. You stood, handcuffs holding your hands together by the wrists in-front of you.

“The truth is that I am bipolar. I was off my medication and I was in a manic state in which I was not in control of my facilities, so…” You looked back at your friends then back at the Judge. “I plead not guilty by reason of insanity.”

The Pogues all cheered and clapped as did others from the island. The only ones not cheering was the kooks.

“What! She can’t do that! She’s a murderer!” Topper said.

“Actually she can.” The judge said and banged the small mallet on the wood. Everyone sat back in their seats. “Silence while the jury makes their decision of consequence or freedom.”