The trial room had a throne-like chair which Monokuma sat in, as well as sixteen podiums for us to stand on. There was a large TV screen over Monokumas chair. In Mitch's and Tyler's place stood pictures of them with their faces crossed out. Creepy. On each podium rim was a small pad of paper and a pencil. Why? I had no idea.

"ALL RISE FOR THE HONORABLE JUDGE MONOKUMA!!" Monokuma cried from the throne chair, "This trial is now IN SESSION!"

"So, someone was itching for what we're missing huh?" Tiff asked, looking at all of us with a look that told me she was trying to get people nervous.

"We all saw the letters that Mitch was writing, right?" Morgan asked.

"Yeah, JC." Sly thought out loud.

"So we know the culprits name starts with a J..." Stacey said.

"The C could have been an unfinished lowercase e." Lizzie said.

"Jerome or Jen?" Ashlee asked

"Hey!" The two in question cried in unison.

Pat looked like he wanted to argue.

"Jen would never do that!" He cried.

"How do you know that?" Tiff asked.

"Because I was with him all last night" Jen said,"We both can confirm each other's alibi."

"And Jerome?" Ashlee asked.

"I was in my room the whole night." Jerome said.

"But you don't have any proof, do you?" Stacey asked.

"No..." Jerome muttered,"But why would I kill him?"

I put my hand in my pocket, and drew back sharply when I felt something sharp. I pulled out the shard of blue glass from my pocket. Studying it, I studied the faces of everyone else. I stopped on one.

"Jordan, where are your glasses?" I asked, wondering if he'd stick with the story I had heard earlier.

I fell out of bed this morning, and I got this bruise and broke my glasses" Jordan said with a shrug.

"You wore your glasses to bed?" Pat asked.

"Y-yeah? It's a habit, ok?"

"You know Jordan," I said, "after examining this piece of glass, I'm over 90% certain that this glass shard is from your glasses. How'd a piece of your broken glasses get over to the dining hall by the body?

"What?" Jordan asked.

"That would make the unfinished e..." Moon started,

"An unfinished O instead." I confirmed,"Jerome is not the killer."

Everyone looked at Jordan.

"Correct me if I'm wrong Jordan, but last night, you saw Mitch heading to the dining hall alone. You followed him. While he was getting a snack, you grabbed a knife and attacked. You missed the first time, stabbing him in the arm. On an act of self defense, Mitch punched you, knocking your glasses off and breaking them, and giving you that bruise. After that, you attacked him again, this time stabbing him in the neck. You walked off, not knowing he was just barely clinging to life, and unaware that you left footprints until you reached your hall. Mitch only managed a J and part of an O before he died. You killed him, Jordan. You're the murderer."

Jordan was silent. He looked like he was staring off into space.

"Are you kidding me?!" He cried,"Why would I kill him? I barely talked to him! I said hi, that's it!"

"That doesn't mean you wouldn't kill him to remember, does it?" Moon said.

"So why'd you do it?" Jay asked.

"I DIDN'T!" Jordan yelled,"I've never killed anyone in my life! I'm not guilty I tell you!"

"The bruise, the glass shard, and the letters all point to you, Jordan." Sly said.

"Welp! That was fun to watch! Now, everyone grab a piece of paper, and the pencil, and write down who you think the killer is. We're voting the old fashioned way!" Monokuma cried.

A box with a slot in the top went around. I wrote down Jordans name, and put it in the box. After everyone but Jordan had voted, Monokuma counted up.

"We have a winner, or really, we have our killer!" Monokuma cried,"Sparkle boy over here did the BajanCanadian in!"

"So, why did you do it?" Morgan asked.

"Why else? I want to remember who I am. I just felt that my memories could answer my questions...Now I guess I'll never know..." Jordan said.

"Nope!" Monokuma called,"Now, IT'S EXECUTION TIME!"

Suddenly, we weren't in the trial room anymore. The place we were in was sixteen seats of a coliseum, looking down on Jordan. He held a wooden sword. Zombies flooded the area. Jordan went into action, swiping the sword at them. He did really good for a while, which surprised me, since he didn't seem like a PVPer to me. Then, the sword broke, and Jordan was drowned in a sea of zombies. Never to be seen alive again. The zombies dispersed, and we were back in the trial room.

"Jeez..." Pat said.

"You said it..." Tiff said.

We left and went to the elevator. Upstairs, it was like three people hadn't died already. I chose to go to my room, and I saw others with the same idea heading to their rooms. However, Monokuma had to stir the pot just a little more.

"Alright peepholes! I got something for you!" He cried later that day

He'd called us to to the auditorium to give us a 'special announcement'

"Oh boy..."'Jerome said unenthusiastically.

"I promised you memories, right? Since Sparklez isn't here, I'll share with you!" Monokuma cried.

After he said that, I'm not sure how he did it, but something came to me.
I had a YouTube channel for art...I made videos with my friends on their channels. I remembered their names. Corey, Nick, Tommy, and Ashlie... I had to find them.

"Mitch... oh jeez, no!" Jerome yelled.

He turned to the bear.

"HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET THAT HAPPEN TO HIM!? MY BEST FRIEND?!" He yelled.

"I'm sorry man" Jay said.

I heard Jen gasp, and I turned around to see what was wrong. Nothing, actually. Pat had taken off the helmet of his armor, and had pulled her into a kiss. It wasn't deep or passionate, just a simple kiss in the lips.

"Aww" Ashlee, Lizzie, Stacey, and Tiff said.

I smiled.

A/N: Guys, the first truly original Trial! I know it went pretty fast, but I'll try to make the others longer. Also, do you think after each trial the innocents win, they should have a memory returned? And if the guilty person wins they get all their memories back? Let me know what you guys think! I love hearing from you! Love you guys! -Lizzie<3