Jackson remained seated in the corner of the cell, watching the other cell mates fight. This was hell, pure hell. The only hell that Jackson, and any other prisoner can explain.

But Jackson was the type of guy who ended up in jail once and never wants to go back, and, yet, he's in jail.

"What are you looking at?" Asked a fellow prisoner, Jackson looked up. "Nothing," He plainly said.

It had already been an hour and a half, Melissa, nor the others had showed up.

"So, kid. Do you have a girlfriend?" Asked another prisoner, Jackson shrugged. "I don't know, she's probably really mad at me."

"What's her name man?"

"I really don't want to talk about it," Jackson said. Trying to shake off the conversation, the man who had asked the original question, "I said, 'What's her name?'" In an infurriated booming voice.

"Melissa," He said quickly and he scooted closer into the corner, that guy would sure beat the pants off Jackson. And for no reason too!

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Mr. Marin opened the car door as soon as he, and Nathan, Eric, Daley, Melissa, Taylor, Ian, Jory and Abby ran out of Mr. and Mrs. Marin's house.

"Are you possitive that Jackson is innocent?" Asked Mr. Marin as he pulled out of the drive way, Nathan nodded. "Yes sir, he said everything on this tape that we left on the island. It was a mistake and this gang leader stabbed his buddy, Jackson didn't do it."

Investigations, judging, and being a laywer was all apart of Mr. Marin, so this was close to his comfort zone...but first they had to get past Jackson's snitchy social worker.

"I hope he's okay," Melissa muttered. Taylor looked down, "Melissa, I'm so sorry."

Melissa glared at her, "You better be!"

Eric grabbed her arm, "Mel, chill. Even if Taylor didn't tell the cops where he was, he was going to get caught eventually."

Melissa knew that he was right, so she kept her hands to herself.

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Jackson had fallen asleep, from being worn out and worked up.

After a few minutes of having his eyes closed, he could feel someone kicking the bottom of his boot. "Who the hell is doing that?! Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?" Jackson shouted in rage.

It was Zeke, the mean scary guy. "Your guys are here to see you,"

Jackson grumbled as he grabbed his ankle, it was now numb, considering how hard the man kicked him.

"Melissa!" He shouted. He jumped to his feet and ran to the bars, "Man am I glad to see you,"

Melissa smiled and touched his hands, "How are you?"

Jackson looked at her, "I'm doing...okay," He didn't mention about his throbbing ankle because that didn't matter.

Mr. Marin walked up to Melissa, "May I have a word with Mr. Jackson here?" He asked politally.

Melissa nodded and walked away, "Mel, wait-" Jackson muttered quietly.

Mr. Marin looked at a cop, "I would like to speak to Cody Jackson privatly. Please,"

The cop recognized him and nodded, "Right away sir," And he unlocked the cell and led Jackson to a visiting room.

Nathan looked down, "Being framed sucks..."

"You bet," Eric said.

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Mr. Marin sat down, facing Jackson. "Okay, son. My daughter and son tell me that your innocent, is that true?"

Jackson nodded, "Sir, I know that, some of this is my fault. But, I have never murdered anyone."

"Why don't you tell me the whole story?" Mr. Marin asked nicely.

Jackson shrugged, "Okay...it all happened when I was working at a garage, I would fix old cars, paint them, make them like brandnew.

The owner of the garage was my older friend Big Jay, behind the garage was a church, I know that sounds crazy, or stupid. But there really was a church for guys, like me and other kids.

But one day, my old gang showed up. For some dumb ass reason, they were mad at me. I told them I didn't want to escape with them and that I was going on that trip to Palau. They didn't believe me, pretty soon I found myself in big trouble.

One of the guys, Jordan, punched me in the stomach. I had a knive with me, I pulled it out to defend myself. But another one of the guys punched my face, the knive fell. Big Jay came back, the leader of the gang Moe came out.

Soon they were fighting, Moe found my knive and then...he stabbed him. They all left, Big Jay told me to get the knive and run, so...I did. I left him there, he's okay though."

Mr. Marin nodded, "Do you expect me to believe that? I'm not trying to be mean, but I just want to make sure your telling the truth."

Jackson nodded, "That was the truth, you can tell Big Jay himself. He's seen it!"

"Hmm...do you happen to have...Big Jay's number?" Asked Mr. Marin, Jackson shook his head. "No, not at the moment." Conversation's like these made him really nervous.

"Alright, Cody. I can see that your a good guy, seven months stranded with my kids and all those other kids, not a single one of them said that you hurt them,"

"I never did, I usually kept to myself...all the time." Jackson trusted Mr. Marin although he made him nervous.

"I'll see what I can do to get you out of here, but there's no garuntee that that's going to be today. But, you will be out of here soon."