Shortie - a short storie get it...hahahaha I'm going to sometimes throw one of these out by throwing it from my notebook to my computer. I'll always put it all up at once no matter the number of chapters.
Disclaimer: I have not purchased Death Note but it's on my to do list for things to do when I become overlord of the earth.
Discription: The truth behind Mello's name, his obsession with chocolate, his hatred for Near, and his friendship with Matt.
Mihael wasn't a fan of school. In fact Mihael hated school. Trenton Middle School was stifling. Everybody feel into a rank, you couldn't excel and the work was dreadfully easy. So much so that eventually, you just stop trying.
"Mel," Robert shouted excited, running up to Mihael's locker.
"I just heard that Justin's gotta thing for you," he smirked.
"Calm down Bob you're too excited."
"Melody, you need to just except that guys like you. Just because you're a tomboy doesn't mean you're actually a guy. Your parents may have wanted a boy but in case you didn't know you're not a boy."
"It just feels more comfortable," Melody responded, her loose blue jean pants dragging along the floor to their classroom, "It's more comfortable to dress like you."
"You just gotta look flirty and dress in skirts," Bob suggested, pretending to flip his hair seductively.
"I'd rather look dangerous," Melody reiterated, bored. The two walked into their Algebra class and Melody immediately went to the back of the room and took a nap.
"Ms. Keehl," Mr. Ponchas yelled angrily, hitting the top of her desk.
"What?" she grumbled with a face that would've scared Nosferatu*; that is if she wasn't a girl.
"You need to go down to the office. There's someone who needs to talk to you." His attitude did a complete 180 as he went from crazy and angry to apologetic and solemn.
I walked into the principal's office nervously. I didn't realize I was going to be in that much trouble, I couldn't even remember what I'd done. I usually did something that would result in detention or suspension but I hadn't thought that I'd done anything this week.
"Ms. Keehl," the principal started, avoiding eye contact with me.
"What is it?" I asked confused. I don't think this has anything to do with anything wrong that I could've done.
"My name is Detective Lyndone and I'm with the Richland Police Dept."
"I just wanted to sit down with you. Can I talk to you about your parents?"
"What happened to them?" I knew my parents were stupid. They did many things that I didn't care for. They never told me specifically, but I knew they were into things that weren't necessarily legal.
"Well they are no longer with us." What kind of way to put it is that? He acts like I three years old.
Apparently realizing she could handle the truth, he answered, "They were murdered. It appears to be a drug related."
"I'm honestly not a bit surprised." I said it with no emotion because I really had no emotion about it. My dad enjoyed beating me and my mother was never really around. So my parents' being gone wasn't something that really bothered me.
"I know this is a bit sudden but I have a social worker whom would like to speak with you," the detective responded. The only other man in the room stepped forward. His hair was grey and he wore a business suit.
"Hello my name is Mr. Wammy, I would like to speak with you in private."
* Nosferatu (not sure on spelling... spell check was no help) - one of the original vampires from the twenties. First Vampire movie. Bald, long sharp teeth, and claws. He was cool, easiest way to see him without watching the whole movie would be to look up the music video for Under Pressure with David Bowie and Queen. He's in it but you gotta be paying attention.