Next chap! Sorry if it took so long, but here it is!

Disclaimer: IDNOSWAC

I stood in the corner of the burial grounds. I hid behind the tree at the private memorial service. There was Nico, Grady, and Zora standing near Tawni's grave, dressed in pure black. And then there was a family of blonde, whom I supposed was Tawni's family. And then I saw Chad, standing in the back. He looked deep in thought as the priest spoke, and his hands were shoved in his pockets. He too, was dressed in black.

Everyone looked so sad… and everyone thought I killed Tawni. But, if it wasn't me… then who was it? Who would do that, and what was their motive for killing Tawni in the first place?

I walked to leave back to the train when I bumped into somebody. "Oh, I'm so sorry." I looked up and stood face-to-face with my mother.

"Wait, I know you," she whispered. "Oh my God…"

"Hello," I said. "Were you a close friend of Tawni's? I was one of her friends from New York City… Jenny."

"You're not… no, I'm sorry, I must've mistaken you for someone else," my mom said, but she looked still looked suspicious.

"I get that a lot," I said, trying to smile. And then I quietly walked away, leaving my mom standing there, wondering why a strange blonde girl looked so much like her daughter.

* * * *

Once I was back in Los Angeles, I rented a hotel under "Jenny Collins" and stayed there a few more days. I missed America… I missed everything… I especially missed Chad.

I flicked on the news when suddenly Barbara Lancaster said something that caught my ears, "…and on the evening news in Los Angeles today, officials claim they have caught Allison Munroe, the killer of Tawni Hart. She is being hauled to the jail as we speak, and Officer McGugger is in hopes of the death penalty."

"We need people like this off the streets and off this planet," Officer McGugger's face showed on the screen. "We want to get the death penalty as soon as possible. Tawni Hart was like the face of America, and her cast mate killed the representation of America."

They showed the face of the supposedly "Allison Munroe" and I couldn't breathe. The girl looked almost identical to me, except her hair was oilier and she had braces and her nose a bit smaller. "I'm not Sonny Munroe!" she screamed. "You can't do this to me!" she screamed as she was being hauled into police cars.

"Local authorities say they want to trial Sonny Munroe as an adult," Barbara said. I stared at the T.V.

Someone was being prosecuted—someone as innocent as me. This person, who shared my face… might be killed for something she nor I did. I had to find the killer… better yet, I had to save that girl's life before the trial tomorrow.

* * * *

I arrived at the police station a few hours later. "You don't have Sonny Munroe," I tried telling the police chief. "You've got the wrong girl."

He smoked a cigarette and said, "Sweetie, do you really want a killer back on the streets?"

"She didn't kill Tawni!" I protested.

"She did! Now, she's gonna be tried tomorrow, killed, and that's that," he said, and I knew he had promptly ended the argument. "Now goodbye, miss." I walked to the door, but then stopped halfway down the aisle.

"She's not Sonny Munroe," I said, voice shaking. I spun around and took off my sunglasses. "I am."

Duh duh duh!!! What will happen to Sonny? PLEASE REVIEW!!!!