Willow.

When your framed, There is two things that can happen to free you of accusations. One. The person who framed you is proven wrong.
Two. You are proven right.

The stares. The isolation. The loneliness.
From one thing you could have never ever imagined doing.

I would never ever kill Willow.
I can't imagine a life without her and yet here we are.

Willow was my stepsister and before that my best friend since 3rd grade.
She was and is my sister and best friend until my lie is done.

Some say I was jealous.
Others say it was hatred.
But I love her.
I always will.

I'm April, April Thompson.
And you've probably seen me on the news, And you probably think I'm a murder. But please believe me, I'm not.
I'm 17 and I was living an ordinary life until Last September.
The first day of school I found Willow in her room with her throat slit.
I was the one who found MY sister covered in blood and I'M accused?
Do people even want to try and understand how traumatizing that is?

We found a suicide note. It was written and left right beside her bed before she-well before she did it.

The police marked it as a homicide Because the handwriting didn't match hers. But how is it supposed to match hers? They compared it to a freaking seventh grade letter she wrote when she was 12! You don't think handwriting changes from ages 12 - 16?

It doesn't make sense.

Nothing adds up against me.

I'm not found guilty yet and hopefully not ever. They still count me as a "Prime Suspect" Whatever that means. It's not like they actually have any other suspects.

But right now I'm alone.

The people I never ever thought would leave, left. My parents say they believe me but they'll do anything to figure out the case even if it's losing me.
I walk the crowded halls of school to come to my locker with words like "Murderer" and " Killer" write all over it.

Its my junior year in high school.
I can't live like this anymore.

People edge away from me like I have some sort of disease that they are afraid of catching. The stares I get in school.
Heck. Through the whole town, they pierce me.

I wanted a normal high school experience what any teen wants.
To go to college. To be a doctor or a lawyer or whatever. But I can't. Unless this goes away there is no chance.

I'm called in for another count hearing today and I'm scared but I know- Well I hope it's only good news. I'm not sure if anything. But everyday my mom assures me it's going to get better and it's not going to follow me forever.

But I'm not stupid. I know it will.

Maybe you want to hear more about Willow and I or maybe you don't.
But I'll tell you anyway.
Willow is-Was 3 Months older than me.
Her birthday is May 13th, Mine is August 24th. We used to try and wait three months to do our birthdays together but it never worked because Willow could never wait. But it was like we did it together anyway because we were best friends.

Since we were 8 we were inseparable.
Then when my dad married Willow's mom who had always really been a mother to me. We just became closer.
I started calling her mom and willow started calling me Sister. We were all just a family and it was like that until now. Willow's mom is the only thing keeping me sane right now and I truly believe she actually cares and agrees with me. My dad I don't think he cares.
He always liked Willow better since he got married and until now I was fine with it. But now I need him more then ever and he's not there.

My phone rings and I pull it out of my back pocket. " James Foringer." The caller ID says. " Dang it." I mutter as I swipe across the screen.
" Hello?" I hear a gruff voice say as I hold the phone to my ear.
" Hi Mr Foringer what can I do for you?" I ask in the most polite voice I can muster. " Oh yes hello Ms. White I just wanted to remind you about the court meeting this afternoon. I don't know the outcome but it sounds optimistic." He said not very enthusiastically.
But when your lawyer says it's probably a good outcome you hope for the best.

After I finished the call I finish my last class, Physics. Then I go outside and wait for my mom to pick me up.

When we arrive in the courtroom the air is cold and I'm shivering even through my sweater that I was lucky mom brought along.
I take my seat next to Mr Foringer and I cross my fingers. It's stupid but it means something to me.

"We are here to meeting on the case of Willow Annabelle White." The judge says. " Will the Jury and court please be seated." " This court will now come to order." She says calling it to order.
I stretch my hand behind me slightly to my mom who takes it and holds it firmly. " Will the defendant please stand?" I stand up alongside Mr Foringer. " April Elizabeth White you have been accused of first degree murder and Forgery." Judge Abrams says looking at me sadly.
I nod grimacing. " And James Foringer is here to speak on your behalf?" She asks me. " Yes, Your Honor." I say simply.
" Alright Mr Foringer you may speak." She nods at him.

" Your Honor you see April is a lovely
Girl full of so much potential and a case like this will ruin a young and innocent girls life. There was not proper case work on this case you and I both know it and something like this will prevent young April from going to College, Getting a job. Providing for a family one day." He said convincingly.
" Thank you Mr Foringer." Judge Abrams says simply. He takes his seat.

After a few hours in court the judge taps her gavel. " The Jury And I have come to a decision." She said loudly.
Everyone quiets down and looking at each other nervously. I can feel a tear trickle down my cheek as I hope for the best. " As your Jury and Judge we have found April Elizabeth White-

I can feel it coming I'm just holding for the best but my mind goes blank.
I turn to look at my mom who has a smile on her face and her eyes are streaming tears. She stands up
And hugs me and I cry too.

" As for the case of Willow Annabelle White. We have found it to be a Suicide." She says quietly but loud enough for us to hear.

"This Case is Adjourned."