Once I stated that I had evidence all five of the reporters' ears perked up. Going against the flow with my reputation would be a very murky affair, but it would be different if I had evidence.

  “What evidence do you have?” One of the reporters asked.

  “I don’t think that has anything to do with you.” I responded. Immediately that reporter's face darkened. Why would I choose a person who originally shied away from me, would he be able to handle my story?

  I looked towards the two reporters who had a little more guts than the other three.

  “Which of you two should I work with?” I asked, while trying to gauge their reactions. Both had very excited smiles.

  “There is another option.” One of the two reporters said.

  “And what would that be?” I asked.

  “Just how big would this report be?” She asked with a sneaky grin.

  “Huge.” I answered with great confidence.

  “Then we could do two articles about it.” She responded. Was she not confident in getting picked?

  “Can you handle it?” I asked in response.

  “Of course.” She responded.

  “As long as he is alright with it as well.” I pointed towards the other reporter who was the leader of the group.

  The leader nodded.

  “Okay, should we go to a private room?” I added. This caught even more interest from the two, who quickly agreed.

  The two soon introduced themselves to me. The leader’s name was George Smith, and the female’s name was Ava Jones. They were both experienced reporters with the station.

  We reached the private room, and I could feel the reporters’ aura turn more professional the second we stepped into the room.

  “Would you like to begin explaining?” George asked with a professional smile.

  “Sure.” I replied.

  I began explaining the situation with Johnny. I explained how he had framed me as a murderer and turned the whole school against me. Then how he hired a girl to accuse me of rape, and finnaly how he accused me of making that girl disappear.

  “So that means the reason for this interview is…” Ava trailed off waiting for an answer.

  “That’s right, my reason is for revenge.” I answered.

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  “That’s fine, but you said you had evidence.” George said seriously.

  “That’s right.” I said while pulling out two pieces of paper.

  “Johnny forged this certificate.” I pulled out the two certificates of my mothers death. The two reporters looked reasonably surprised. What kind of person would bring out a death certificate?

  “Do you have any idea what it feels like to have to memorize your own mothers death certificate?” I asked. This question was rhetorical, but it wasn’t like it had no meaning.

  The two reporters smiled, they obviously understood my intention to feed lines to them. Even better, they were very emotionally charged.

  “That must have been a horrible experience for you.” Ava said sympathetically, but she had a huge smile on her face.

  “There is another reason for this interview.” I added on. As soon as you understood reporters as curious creatures you understood how to catch their attention.

  “And what would that be?” George asked, obviously desiring my next words.

  “To prove my innocence.” I continued.

  “And how do you plan to do that?” George asked gently.

  “Johnny hired a girl to accuse me of rape, and then accused me of making that girl disappear.” I started. The two finally noticed Greta sitting next to me.

  “You don’t mean, she is…” Ava wisely let me continue her sentence.

  “Her name is Greta, the one Johnny hired to accuse me.” I said. And the smiles reached their highest point yet. This would be definitive proof of my innocence, my complete innocence.

  “Greta, you are the one that accused Azure of rape, correct?” Ava asked.

  “Yes, Johnny hired me to do it.” Greta answered.

  “Do you have evidence?” George asked.

  “Yes.” Greta pulled out her phone and showed the texts between herself and Johnny.

  The two reporters looked at each other with shining eyes. This was equivalent to a guaranteed success, this story had the potential to throw everything off a beat. They could become majorly successful with this report.

  Both of them immediately wised up and began to think more.

  “Is this what you meant by the secrets at school?” George asked, obviously greedy for more.

  “No.” I responded.

  “You mean there’s more?” Ava asked.

  “Yes.” I responded.

  “Actually, there is a third reason for our meeting today.” I spoke easily.

  “And what would that be?” Ava asked in surprise, who would have thought the freshman in front of her could actually scheme so deeply.

  “To turn the entire school upside down.” I said.

  You could almost see George’s saliva fall out of his mouth.

  “Actually, since I was accused of my mother’s murder I have been severely bullied.” I quickly went over the dozens of types of bullying I had received. This, however, made Greta feel uncomfortable.

  “That’s horrible, but…” George asked, and his intentions were obvious.

  “I don’t have evidence of those, but I have evidence of something much better.” I said.

  I pulled out my phone, and played a video. All three of the people watching stayed completely silent. They were left in awe.

  The video was me being rained on by paintballs. The video wasn’t longer than two minutes, but I had been hit by at least two hundred rounds. All three of them looked at me with questioning eyes. Greta’s eyes even watered a bit, she was feeling guilty.

  However, overall, all of their expressions asked, ‘he went through something like that?’

  “Could you arrange a photographer?” I asked as I stood up.

  “S-sure, but why?” Ava asked slightly frightened.

  I turned around and took off my shirt.