(A/N hey guys... So I have a new story that is also about Death Note; but not a well known character. Beyond Birthday.
I awoke to a pounding on my door. Was it mom finally getting back from her meeting at work? I hoped so.
I got up and walked into the front room to open the door.
"yes?" I asked as I answered. I found that it was quite silly of me to think that was my mom. She had a key.
"Are you Christina Lainting?" one of the police officers asked.
"Yes, why do you task?" I looked past them, into the pouring rain.
"I'm afraid we have terrible news..." the other officer said. He was a bigger guy. Tall, with what looked to be brown hair.
"What? What is it?"
"Your mother... She's crashed... And died..." the first officer said.
"W-what do you mean? My mom is dead? No! No! She can't be! No!" I started screaming at them.
A man with white hair, and a mustache walked up from the black car parked behind the cruiser. I stopped screaming, and glared at him. I knew what was coming, and I was not leaving. Never. This was my home, and nobody was going to change that.
"Christina... Will you get some clothing, and any personal belongings? You need to come with me." The man said, he had an English accent.
"I don't want to leave!" I cried.
"You need to come with me." the man said, once again.
"Whatever... I don't care anymore!" I stomped off, and got my luggage case out. I put my notebooks, my whole wardrobe, my photo album, my art supplies, and my necklaces my mother gave me, I snuck some blue and red hair dye in my bag too.
I walked back, having changed into my favorite boots, a pair of ripped red jeans, and a black shirt, with a ghost girl on it. I pushed my waist-length black hair out of the way of my face, and walked out into the cold dark night. I stared up at the moon, and walked towards the man's car. When I got in and sat, he introduced himself as Quillish Wammy, and said we would be flying to England. He also states that I would need an alias. I chose Lupus, because I loved to hear the wolves howl at night. They were beautiful.
It took about an hour to get to the airport. Where I lived, in the countryside of Oregon, there really was no people around. So the airport was an hour away.
(a/N well hope you guys liked it! Seeya next time!)
