Jacob is being known as a first degree murderer. It's bad, really bad. I haven't felt terrible about Jacob being charged with a crime ever since Detective Sailor and Detective Evans arrested Jacob. I didn't know what to do. I felt trapped in a world where everyone is hating me and my little brother. Jacob is my baby brother, and it's not fair for him to go through such a tough time.
I sighed, and I was hoping Benjamin Kyle, my private investigator, would find some answers.
It could take a long time to find out who actually killed Izza, because I know Jacob is innocent. Jacob is a kid who deserves to go out in the world and have fun with his life, not some kind of investigation.
I try to remind Jacob is a good person, and he deserves to be treated better than anyone else. Jacob once again has a learning disability. I am worried about Jacob because what if, what if Jacob is found guilty as a first degree murderer?
Izza was murdered in cold blood. Izza was stabbed to death at least a dozen times. Someone killed Izza as a reason for her to be stabbed that many times. I know it can't be Jacob, he's too nice and pure. Intent: A 1st-degree murder must be committed with some sort of intent to kill the person.
The murderer must therefore have attacked or harmed their victim with the purpose of ending their life or doing evil.
Deliberation and Premeditation: Deliberation and premeditation are essential parts of quantifying a first-degree murder. This type of crime must be purposeful and planned out, rather than simply occurring in the heat of the moment.
"Malice Aforethought": "Malice aforethought" is a legal term that basically means that a person who committed the murder did so with an intent to kill and a general disregard for human life.
Jacob could get the death penalty without the possibility of a parole.
I sighed. After I had spoken with Jacob about my cancer diagnosis, Jacob felt like he was responsible for me and for what happened to our mom and dad.
I didn't want Jacob to feel like he had to take care of me. I am the one who's responsible for Jacob. Jacob is just a kid. He's got a life ahead of him. Jacob is going through a lot, and so am I.
Jacob agreed to fight for his rights, and freedom, even though I am his lawyer. Jacob still has to get through middle school, high school, and maybe college if he decides to pursue college.
Mr. and Mrs. Miller haven't spoken to me since they found out Jacob is possibly responsible for killing Izza. Jacob is out of school for three weeks, because of his expulsion. I just wanted Jacob to understand that no matter what anyone says to him.
Jacob should never have to agree with other people's opinions. So I went over to George Handerson's house. George is one year older than Jacob. George is one grade older than Jacob.
George is a seventh grader. I knocked on the door. George went up to the door and he answered it. I saw George standing there at the door with a serious look on his face.
"Can I help you?" George asked, a bit rudely.
"Can I talk to you?" I asked.
George sighed, and his mother came to the door and asked George who was at the door. Mrs. Henderson—a single mother, a divorced wife, and a daughter to her terminally ill mother.
Mrs. Henderson's father had passed away when she was nine years old. It reminded me a lot about how I lost my parents at a young age, too.
"Can I help you?" Mrs. Handerson asked.
"Yes, I wanted to speak with your son, if that's okay?"
"Um, why? Did he do something wrong?"
"No, no, he didn't do anything wrong. I just—I just wanted to say that, well George I wanted to tell you that Jacob isn't responsible for what happened to Izza. I hope you understand that Jacob is a good person," I said.
"Yeah, right," Jacob said, scoffing. I sighed.
"I hope you're willing to give Jacob a chance, and I am here if you're willing to talk about whatever is going on. I can see that you're a bit frustrated because of Jacob, and Jacob is not a murderer," I said to George.
"Okay, what exactly are you trying to say?" Mrs. Handerson asked.
"I'm just saying that my brother is being bullied by your son, and is calling him names, and tripping Jacob in the hallway, and is accusing my brother of being a criminal," I explained to Mrs. Handerson.
"Well, I am sorry to hear about your brother, but George has been through a lot as well. I don't need you to come over here and accuse my son of something he didn't do," Mrs. Handerson said.
"Oh, no, no, I am not accusing anyone of anything," I sighed, "I just thought it would make things better if George could speak with Jacob about the issue that's been going on at their school."
" My son has nothing to say, goodbye," Mrs. Handerson shut the door in my face. I sighed, and I turned, I went back to my car. I am now going to go to the store.
But first I needed to ask permission from Mrs. Handerson to speak with George, and that didn't work out for me. I could tell the look on George's face, he probably knew something was going on.
I don't understand how people want to hurt other people, I just don't. I wanted George to speak with me. Jacob is scared, and frightened, and is afraid to be going to prison. Jacob doesn't belong in prison, he belongs with me.
I am Jacob's brother, big brother.
As a big brother of Jacob's, I am going to do everything in my power to make sure Jacob gets the help he needs. Jacob is also wanting answers, and I am going to be the one to give it to Jacob. I'd know what it's like to feel judged, and to be treated like an animal.
I was bullied as well in school, by this guy named Ben Stevens. Ben Stevens was always brilliant, richter, tougher than I ever was. Until one day I stood up for myself. I had enough of Ben's stupidity.