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The next day....
At the crib📍
I'm sitting in my bed searching through Instagram pictures on my phone from looking at different people who were at the party that night before Jayden got killed.
As I'm looking, I see certain people just posting themselves and their friends. I started to keep looking as I caught one picture with the person with the same clothes who was talking with Jayden.
I zoomed into the image and ahead sent that page a message. The message said, "Hey sorry to bother you. I want to ask if you have any more pictures from that night."
I put my phone down as I got up and went into the kitchen to get myself a bottle of water. I open the fridge and grab the water and head back.
As I'm walking into my room, I heard a ding coming from my phone. I grab my phone off the bed and I see the girl I message texted me back.
I clicked the message and it took me straight to Instagram.
The message said, "Yes, and you must be Jayden's best friend. What pictures do you need? I am here to help you with whatever you need."
"Yes! Thank you God!" I squealed with relief.
I texted her to send me any pictures you have from that night during the party. And she sent me plenty of pictures.
The message she sent, "That all the pictures I took from that night I hope it helps you with anything. I am truly sorry for what happened, I send my condolences ❤️."
I almost cried reading her message. I missed Jayden so much. I wished he was here with me.
I sent her a message with love and I am thankful for her help.
I save all of the pictures into my gallery. I went into my photos and looked at all of the pictures she sent.
As I'm looking at every picture, I see a close up look at what the person Jayden was talking to by the pool.
I zoomed in to get a close look and it was hard to tell who it was. I decided to go onto campus into the darkroom, the photography experiment room, to see this picture more clearly.
"Ugh, fuck." I groaned as I got up and looked at my phone battery. It was forty-two percent.
I put my phone into the charger for it to get fully charged. So, I decided to take a shower and get ready while my phone was done charging.
An hour passed by....
I got done in the shower, I got dressed and did my hair. I went over at the nightstand and my phone was on hundred percent.
