It was a normal day, kinda. Today is Friday the 13th, everyone says that bad stuff happens on this day. I don't believe in that though. I honestly think it's stupid. My name is Jackson and I attend is Highland Rose high school. I'm "popular" is what everyone tells me. But I never seemed to believe that. But why are the police here?
I walked into my first period and took a seat. I didn't have friends in my period, today I didn't see my best friend. Maybe he is sick, I hope he is okay though. The bell rang and my teacher walked into the classroom and gave us a sad look. He said that one of the students were murdered and found the head, just the head. The body was missing then revealed the student.
The body was missing then he revealed the student. That student was my best friend, Johnathan Stevenson. I ran out the classroom and my mind was blank, I told all my friends and his family. I ran to the bathroom and cried. I followed all the footsteps. I was going to try and find who killed him.
Why was he murdering? He didn't approve of him because he is part of LGBTQ community? He hated that community and wished all in that group death? I walked over to the his house with a group of friends hoping that he would give in. Hoping I could find some clues.
I searched his drawers and finally when I opened one I found a knife with a picture of Johnathon. He then walked upstairs to where his room was and saw I snuck pass him. I walked back inch by inch but he grabbed the knife and tried to stab me. I ran downstairs and warned all my friends to run. It was him and then he dropped the knife and I stabbed his hand to the wall.
I dialed 911 and he ended up in jail with a choice of life sentence or death. He chose death since he couldn't live life anyways and my memories of my best friend will forever stay with me. Michael is the murderer after all. After a while I had to let go of my best friend. I found new people to hang out with. Life went on from that.