AN- Another Death Note fic. Based on a true-life story, so uploads will be relatively uneven ect. Female Matt, Mello, BB, and Near. It's not even trying to be a part of the proper DN story-line. It's set in a scondary school, and goes with the English Year system, so if you odn't understand, it might be a bit better if you research... Well, it basically means that the people in this fic are either 13 or 14. Easy? I hope so. Oh yeah, and there's a decent amount of swearing. Enjoy!

I'm sitting in front of a computer, DS in hand. The same as every evening. Today was… Well, I think I'll start right back at the beginning.

School.

Enough said, really, but it's not just school. It's bloody Takada!

Yes, my so-called 'best friend'. Useless cow, if you asked me now. But, I really do need to begin right at the start for you to understand. So here goes.

Me and her, I have to say, we were inseparable. The best friends ever. She was over at my place a few days before the end of the holidays, having pretty much the time of our lives. I mean, for a teenager, what's better than hanging out with your closest friend, bitching about those you always bitch about, talking about boys, recent happenings, life… All of it. What could ever ruin that sort of friendship?

Takada could. Like hell, she could! It was the first day back. Bloody Year 9 – exams were barely even bothering to hide behind a corner any more. And there she was, a smirk on her face, and ready to bitch some more. What I wasn't expecting was who would be on the end of this.

Me. Wow. She claimed innocence every bloody time, but I could tell, I just knew. I don't know whether it was obvious, but I knew she was talking about me. She called me paranoid when I questioned her. She made friends with everyone I hated as soon, knowing who would annoy me most, and then just handpicking more from the people we both used to hate.

Two-faced, useless, son of a… I'll try and stop. But… It was impossible. This girl, she's meant to be my best friend. My hands curl into fists just thinking about it. I'm going to snap my damn DS if I'm not careful. Jeez.

I mean, sure, I'm the weird kid. The one on the sidelines, the misfit, the loner, call me what you like. I've heard it all before. Nine of the ten years I've spent at school I've been subjected to bullying. Tell whoever you like as many times as you like, no-one does anything. They barely lift a finger.

And so, three years on from my first attempt to save myself from this torture, they wonder why I never tell anyone. I don't tell because no-one listens, and no-one cares. That's why, idiots.

I just have to endure it. It's the only damned way.

So I did. Me and BB, we became friends. Well, best friends, I suppose you could call us. I'd known her before, been friends with her to an extent. But now, I really needed someone to stand by. Since Takada had taken the few friends I originally had with her while she took her fat ass and left, leaving trails of bitching along the way, I had effectively no-one else to turn to.

The next to come, were my band mates. Rave On Arrival; the greatest band in our opinion. Our band. Me, Near, Mello, and Sayu. Mello and Near, they soon joined my tiny circle of friends. Being an antisocial gamer – with an ASBO badge, I might add, I love 49p shit from HMV – I'm not the greatest at talking to different people. So these three, they became my group. Just them. Everyone else could go screw themselves.

Apart from Light. Holy Link, Light, the new boy in my form. Bloody amazing. BB's his friend now. I can barely say three consecutive words to him without making an idiot of myself. But damn, is he hot! And he's a good portion on my problem now, as well.

Because from what I can tell, Takada spends half her bloody life drooling over him. Bitch. Oh well, I know from BB now that Light thinks she's a bit of a weirdo. Talk about not giving personal space and stuff.

I hate going to school now. But that's not what I'm talking about right now. My point is – as if it weren't obvious already – that life is a bitch, and those you expected would stick by you turn at the worst times.

And I'm sick of it. The world's a lonely place when you survey it through tearful eyes.

AN- So yeah, a good chapter? Reviews are loved, and cyber hugs to anyone who can figure out who's life this is. Might be someone famous, might've found it on the news... Yeah. Anyway, that's all from me today.