It's better to tell the truth.

My name is Ella Hart. I'm 16, 5'8, and the girl every boy wants, every girl hates, and every human would love to be. Well up until 2 days ago, now everybody thinks i'm the towns new nut case. Due to the fact i believe my boyfriend, the one and only Dwain Peterson was murdered. His parents found him laying on his bed, wrists slit and an empty tub of pills, loosely clutched in his life-less left hand. Of course it clearly looked like suicide, the police didn't even investigate that much.

But i know the truth. He was murdered. And i will find out who done this, and why this happened- even if it is the death of me. See, Dwain wasn't severely depressed, or bullied into suicide. He was popular, quite wealthy, best player on the football team, he had me. But he must of also upset somebody bad. Everybody liked Dwain. I am determined to discover the truth.