Dylan sits on his couch, slumped down watching the news about him being arrested on the TV. The sound isn't on but he knows the reporters are slamming his name in every way they possibly can.

Best Friend Turned Murderer? is the headline.

He was released from police custody over two hours ago but no one seems to be reporting on that fact.

Ever since he got home, his mom has been bombarding him with questions.

Does he was to press charges against the police for wrongfully arresting him? Does he need anything? Does he want to get a lawyer? Does he want to file a defamation suit against the police?

All of her questions got a no as a response.

She is just worried about him. Her son was pulled out of school in the beginning of the day in handcuffs and thrown into the back of a police car in front of all his friends.

She is pissed. But she is also grateful that he is okay and he is back home now.

All Dylan wants is to go up into his room and hide from everyone. But she has been all over him since he walked in the front door.

Dylan stands up, unable to take any more of his mom's nonstop questions. "I'm going to bed now." Dylan says, monotone as he walks towards the stairs.

She nods. "O-okay. Goodnight." His mom sits up straight on the couch, not knowing what she has done to upset him.

Dylan had to leave the room. He has so much pent up rage, most of it being towards Emily. She lied to her mom and made him look like he killed her because according to her story, Dylan was the last person to see Emily alive.

He doesn't know how he is supposed to go to school now. Everyone knows that he was arrested for her murder and no one knows that he was released yet. They will all think he is a killer now.

Being arrested for a classmate's murder totally ruins your social life.

He flips down on his bed and sees his backpack sitting in the corner of the room. His mom must have brought it up here when she picked it up from school before coming to get him released.

He stands up and opens his bag, grabbing the diary from it. He stares at the cover and places his hand on it.

He decides to let his anger towards Emily go. He can't be mad at her.

The number one reason being: she's dead. And the number two reason being: she didn't mean to frame him. At least he hopes not.

He sits back down on his bed and opens the diary to the next page.

February 5th
     This is a happy diary entry... so why am I happy?

Well, I'm just so overjoyed that no one in my life cares about me anymore. I'm just jumping with joy.

     My mom is too obsessed with her new husband to worry about me anymore. She won't even go out dress shopping with me. Prom is on April 30th. That is exactly 53 days away and I still don't have a dress. I still don't have a date either.

     I'm not even going to start with my stepdad's numerous problems with me. He's only gotten worse.

     Dylan is too busy throwing heart eyes at Amy from math class to even notice me anymore. Doesn't he realize she is not a good person? She is just using him. She just wants to get pregnant or something. Why else would she want to be with him?

Dylan slams the book shut and throws it across the room. He is hurt that Emily doesn't think Amy really wants to be with him. He has good qualities.

He breaks down in tears. This is all just too much for him. He can't handle this anymore.

AN: how are you liking this story so far? I am trying to keep it a mix between the diary entry's and his point of view. Is that okay? Am I doing good?