Alright! Winter break! Let's kick this story into high gear! I got three weeks of freedom! LETS GAO. Just kidding folks, I got one more week left. Then Winter break, but I thought I should get this chapter out.

Glad to see people haven't lost interest in this story. I almost thought this fandom was dead for a second. It's just in a coma….

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Journal,

You know how they say that you shouldn't say 'nothing can possibly go wrong?' I found out why today. This is complete bullshit. WHY am I here? They're basing all of this on past things that I didn't even do! WHAT THE SHIT. I didn't do anything!

I'm more mad at myself for not putting the piece together sooner. But it doesn't look like that would've mattered. No one believes me now, what makes me think they would've believed me sooner?

I better get a better lawyer than the last time!

~*~TJ's POV~*~

"TJ, do you like my picture?"

"Of course I do. Who did you draw?"

"My friends from daycare. This one's Valarie, and this one's Sarah…."

I listened to Zack as he told me the names of all his friends from daycare and pictures he drew of them on the wall. I didn't worry about him drawing on the wall because that's what it's there for. While he was in the hospital recovering, I painted one of his walls with paint that doubles as a chalkboard. He loves it, especially after being cooped up in the hospital for weeks. He recovered just fine, and the doctors actually found why he keeps getting sick in the first place; his immune system is weak. Luckily it it's a simple fix. Only two pills and a complete diet overhaul to getting him caught up. He'll be on those pills for the rest of his life, but it's worth it if he stops getting sick.

"TJ, can I go play with the bunnies now?" He asked me.

"Alright. Let's go let them out of their cage," I said, leading the way to my room. I took me a few minutes to let the rabbits out and set up barriers so they wouldn't run out the room. As Zack played with them, I laid on my bed, pulled out my phone and dialed Ashley's number.

The last few weeks have been hell for her, and understandably so. Coping with the loss of the baby is hard on anyone. I've spent plenty of nights at her house, holding her as she cried and slept and telling her everything would be okay. It took time—and it still is—but it's getting better. Now that schools started again, it helps her to no focus on the miscarriage.

"Hello?" I heard her answer the phone.

"Hey Ashley, it's me, TJ. You called me earlier?"

"Oh, yeah! It's about that report in English. It's supposed to be ten pages right?"

"That's right."

"And an annotated bibliography?"

"Yep."

"Ugh. It isn't even three weeks into the school year and we're getting loaded down with reports already. How's yours coming along?"

"It's not. It's not due for another two weeks, Ashley…."

"I know but I want to get it out of the way. I'm almost done with the rough draft. You should get started, it'll feel good when everyone is cramming to get theirs done and you're just sitting back, waiting to turn it in."

"Maybe. I did some research yesterday, but that's about it. I'm watching Zack right now," I said. "Do you want me to come over?"

"Oh, no. I'm fine. Just came to double check about the report. Thanks, see you tomorrow!"

The both of us hung up and put the phone back in my pocket. Smart girl, smarter than what she lets on. I wish she didn't put up that façade at school for everyone. But it's her choice.

I looked over the edge of my bed and found Duracell standing on her back legs looking at me. I reached over and petted her head before she hopped away. I heard mom calling Zack from downstairs. Time for his medicine. Pouting, Zack marched out of my room and headed downstairs. Don't worry, Zack, it'll all be worth it.

My phone vibrated, letting me know I got a new text message. Ugh. I am not in the mood for Ralphie's bullshit. The guy's been harassing me every day since school's started again. I doesn't come up to me in person, just these text messages he sends telling me that I should be his friend. Fucking creeper. Luckily I haven't seen Tommy around, but one of these psychopaths is more than enough. Jesus, the guys smile makes him look like Jeff the Killer….

Last Chance FRECKLES. How about we end all this by going to the movies?

I'm not going to bother replying. That'll be my answer. This guy is nuts. What part of no does he not get?

It's getting late, think I'll take a shower…

~*~V~*~

After half a year of being back people aren't staring at me. There's still a few, but not nearly as much as before. But like I said, I'm trying to get in, and get out. Going to college is warming up to me. I think I want to be a vet; it's those damn rabbits fault. Being around animals calms me down, so shouldn't that be the work I go into? It's the only thing I could come up with.

The bell rang, freeing us from this class. Great thing about senior year, I have a free period to do whatever, and that time has just come. I don't do much. I'm usually somewhere at the back of the school, passing the time. Reaching my locker, I put my backpack in my locker, but grabbed my journal and a pen to write with. I already have my cigarettes in and a lighter on me. I headed downstairs to go outside, but I'm getting this feeling that I'm being followed. I turned around. All I see are other students either talking to their friends are going to class. Nothing. Weird. At least I have something to write in my journal.

And all I need to do that is a pen. Must've dropped it somewhere. I have another in my bag, just need to go get it.

"Going somewhere, Freckles?" An oh-too familiar voice said as I came to the stairs. The bell had already rang, sending everyone else to their classes. Now it's just me and him.

"What do you want, Ralphie?" I asked turning to face him.

"We need to talk." he said, twirling my missing pen in his fingers. Bastard.

"About?" Why am I giving him the time of day?

"Life, and how yours is going to go up in smoke if you don't do what I'm telling you."

"FOR FUCKSAKE, I DO NOT AND WILL NOT BE YOUR FRIEND. GET IT IN YOUR HEAD!" I yelled at him. This is ridiculous! How many times do I have to repeat myself?

"That's too bad," He sighed. "Now your world is going to have to burn, just like last time."
Last time? What does he mean by 'last tim—'

The elementary school fire.

Wait, hold on….

…
"You're the one who set the Elementary school on fire, aren't you?" I asked him, this sudden realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. Why haven't I put the pieces together before? He kept talking about 'my world going up in smoke'. I should've seen the clues months ago! And on top of that, there was that kid I ran into on the side of the school! The one that looked like me, just like this guy!

"It's about time you figured that out. Took you long enough," He causally said. "Of course I did! And I'd do it again."

"Why the hell would you do that? You could've killed someone!"

"I don't care. The job got done, pretty damn successfully, too."

"And what would that be?"

"Getting you out of the picture," He said, his face twisting into that disturbing and unsettling Jeff the Killer smile. As quickly as that came, it left, and turned into an anger laden frown. "Do you know how infuriating it is to always be compared to you? 'Hey, you look like that kid who saved Summer vacation,' 'Wow! You must be related to that Detweiler kid, the one who saved summer,' and 'Hey, you must be the guy who took down Benedict!' IT'S MADDENING. Always YOU. AlWAYS. What the FUCK is so special about you? You had to go," He said, smiling again. "Lucky for me, you were messing your own life up. That made it so much easier. All I had to do was wait and find something that you would get blamed for.

"Honestly, I didn't think it was going to work. But then you came and found me, on accident nonetheless. Good thing too. Students saw you coming from around there, where the fire started. So yes, I set Third Street Elementary on fire so you would get blamed, and put away and everyone stopped comparing me to you. And everyone was so eager to get rid of you, and once they did, I came in, and made my ass at home."

"You're sick. All of that because people thought you were me? You don't do that!" I yelled. "You tell people to stop doing that! This is overkill! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I'm a sociopath. Really I am. Diagnosed at age ten. I tell you this because your life is going to end soon, and no one is going to believe you anyways."

"What? You're going to set this place on fire, too?"

"Smart boy. And then you'll get blamed, and sent away to prison for 15 years, on top of the rest of your parole, rotting away in a cell as your brother grows up without you and everyone else tries to erase any memory they have of you."

"It won't work. I've gotten my friends back, and I haven't caused any trouble since I came here. They'll believe me when I tell them about you!"

"Are you sure about that Freckles? Are you really sure?"

"Yes. You're not going to set the school on fire," I turned away from him and headed outside. Forget the pen. I need to take a walk. "And you now they'll believe me, too."

~*~V~*~
I'm such an idiot for not figuring this out sooner. I went to Juvie because of Ralphie! That sick asshole! People thought I was psychopath when I was little? Meet Ralphie! He takes that shit to a whole new level! At least I'm not a psychopath; psychopathic tendencies are something completely different!

Not that much really. I just have a few traits of psychopaths that I control. This guy is full on sociopath! At least psychopaths work to only benefit themselves. That not enough for sociopaths, no, everyone around them have to suffer too, and this one just so happened to target me!

Fuck.

I needed to take a walk, so I'm walking through the woods behind the student parking lot. I have a while until my next class, so I'll walk a little more before going back.

This is all over petty shit! Just because we look alike. Petty.

I walked for a few more minutes before turning back. Halfway there, I looked up and saw smoke coming from the direction of the school.

He didn't…..

I dropped my journal and ran back to the school. When I was close enough, I saw students coming out of the school and gathering in a group in the parking lot. Damn it! I shouldn't underestimate that nutjob!

I heard fire trucks coming down the road to put the fire out. This one's worse than the Elementary school. Windows were broken, the fire brazing and quickly spreading through the whole building looking for places that haven't been touched.

I stopped running and walked towards everyone, but they all moved away from me, some looking away, some sending glares.

"What?" I asked them.

"Like you don't know!" Someone from the crowd yelled.

"You just had to set this place on fire, too, didn't you?" Another yelled.

"Wait, what? You don't think I started this fire, do you?" I asked them in disbelief. The crowd erupted in response, all them saying some varied of the word 'yes.'

GODDAMMIT. This shit again!

"Well I didn't!"

"Yeah, right!"

"Like we're supposed to believe that!"

"We should've known you'd keep doing this!"

I don't feel like dealing with this right now. I turned and headed home, right as the fire trucks arrived.

~*~V~*~

I slammed the door shut as I came home. Ralphie's going to ruin my life again! And what makes it worse is that it's easy as fuck for him to do it. I bet any minute now, the police are going to come knocking on my door and arrest me. They don't have any proof except my record and what everyone is saying, but they're not going to hesitate to use it against me. My phone vibrated. I message from Ashley. I should've checked if she was okay; that fire was horrible. But she's safe; she has to be in order to text.

TJ what's going on?

I went home after the fire, why? Are you okay

Yeah, I'm fine. Everyone got out. Please tell me you're not the one who started it

No! Of course not! I'm being framed!

I stopped texting when there were three loud knocks at the door. They're here. I opened the door and was met with two police officers who didn't hesitate to handcuff me and throw me into the police car.

All I know is somewhere, Ralphie is laughing his ass off about all of this.

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Look at what is happening here! Okay, who's POV should I do for the next chapter? I'm tempted to do it through someone else's eyes, so I'm willing to listen to who you all want to hear from!

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