I really wasn't a big fan of being popular. What was so wrong with that? I tried, once, to be a social person. I ended up losing what was most dear to me.

I'm now a seventeen year old orphan, living all by myself in a shack of a house, in Washington. I've lived in the United States of America ever since I was four years old. My origional birth was in Europe. I don't recall where, though.

Beside the point, I am alive, an orphan, and alone. My only friends are my manga, reading books, and tv. I was currently sitting on my foor, cross-legged and hunching over to watch the tv, which also set on the floor. I was scooping out the last small bit of my ramen cup. Soon, I'd either have to go without cable for a week, or I'd starve for a week. My job's paycheck has already been spent for rent of this one bathroom, one master bedroom (which I use as the 'living room'), a tiny kitchen, and a small garrage, only to be considered as a cramped junior room. I was only able to fit my dad's old motorcycle I inherited inside.

I stood up, throwing away my ramen cup as I walked into the tight-fit kitchen, setting my spoon in the sink. My fingers reached out, opening the mini-bar refridgerator. I only had a cup of milk left. I took a simple, small sip of it, then shut it and headed to my clean clothes pile.

I dug through the small pile, feeling my eyes brim with tears. I didn't know why I cried on occasions like these. I just simply pulled out blue jeans and a over-sized t-shirt. The shirt was plain white. I changed into the clothes and stuffed my socked feet into my beat-up sneakers.

Outside, the air was clean, but the sun was unable to reach my shack, for there were trees covered my pitiful yard. My eyes fell down to my motorcycle, which had a flat tire, beside my beaten-up mailbox. "Damn it, not now!" I had work, which was a few blocks away. It wasn't really smart to walk. I stuffed my hands into my jean pockets, glancing to my sneakers. There was a small hole near my laces, which meant these will have to be thrown out soon.

I knelt beside my motorcycle, quickly switching this tire with the spare attatched to the back seat. I frowned as I procceded with my work.

Thirty minutes later, I was at my work, cashiering for a small family Drug Store. The owner, my boss, is an old man. He's about fifty six years old. His wife died seven years ago, only leaving his son, who worked with me.

"Rhode's here!" I rolled my eyes and handed the cutomser his change as the owner's son waltzed up to the counter, a goofy grin on his face. "Heya, Kera. How's it goin'?" I chose to ignore him at first, which he really hates.

He ended up climbing ontop of the glass counter, sitting comfortably beside me as I counted out the money in the register. "Boss, we need more nickles," I said, loud enough to the boss in his office to hear. Rhode pouts and began kicking his legs against the counter. "Rhode, please quit!" I slapped his thigh, a firm frown on my face. Imagine, this guy is nineteen. He looked at me with such shock. I sighed and apologized, just before heading to the back of the store.

Inventory wasn't fun, but it passed time. No one came to bother me, or to alert me that my shift was almost over. I just kept counting. "Kera . . . ?" I jolted slightly, knocking over a box full of fishing bait. "Ah, Rhode!" I spun around, glaring at the blondie. "Sorry! Just telling you that we're closing up now."

Back home, I sat infront of my tv, tuning it onto Adult Swim. I was waiting until Death Note came on, so I could watch it, then Kekkashi. I was really into ANIME, but didn't prefur one over the other. I was munching on a burnt piece of toast, hunching into the same position as before. My ugly, cheap home phone didn't have any messages on it, which didn't surprise me.

I was alone ever since I was twelve years old. It hadn't really bothered me. I just . . . Delt with it. The orphanariun that I went to, turned me out when I was sixteen. Which, of course, was against the law. They hated me, and always have. I loved the children there like they should of been. The owners didn't like that.

My eyes felt heavy. I didn't want to go to sleep without knowing what Near was going to do next. The last episode I saw, was when Near decided to meet up with Light Yagami, otherwise known as Kira. Right before the show started, the electricity blew out. I was left in complete darkness.