-Come and play with us…- said one of the children. The girl simply refused, ducking her head into a good book, watching the others run off, leaving her behind. She wanted to go, she really did, but not one of them met her standards. And none of them were persistent enough for her. If they asked a few times, or begged, she would have considered, but unfortunately, this girl wasn't going to go with just anyone who shrugged her off an left.. She wanted real friends, or at least someone to listen to her. But she was always alone. Everyday, she sat in the corner of the playroom in Wammy's Orphanage. She hadn't arrived very long ago, so no one actually knew her. She was always absorbed in a long novella or a manga. And she was pretty for her age. She had canary yellow hair that went down to her back, and colorless eyes that were illuminated by a pair of blue glasses. And she was smart. So smart…but no one noticed.
Setting her book down, she leaned forward and pushed herself off the ground enough that she could get up. Dusting off her skirt, she started to walk. Only one other person remained in the room, he also refused to play with the others. Near was his name. Just Near. He was about as quiet as her, completely in white, working on a card tower that was already a foot off the ground. She glanced once and turned to leave, slamming the door as she left, causing his tower to swish and fall with one easy movement. Near just sighed, not upset, and started all over again two cards at a time.
For the afternoon, the girl just stared out the window, her eyes playing across the courtyard as the children played, trying to concentrate on what was going to happen next in the book. But she could already guess it. So she just watched them as they caught a ball and tossed it to (or some, AT) each other. She shook her head. That wasn't the crowd she wanted to be in. But still, she couldn't help but want to play.
Her eyes then met someone's. She noticed the exchanged glances and shoved off, leaving her book on the seat by accident. Running back to her room was the moment she noticed she had forgotten her special possession.
-Damn it.- She cursed. Tossing her hair back over her shoulder, she sat down on the bed and laid back. She couldn't help but think how stupid she had just been. She never forgot her book, even in a situation that she had to run. But why run? She didn't need to run. There wasn't a reason. Probably just didn't want them to think she longed to actually be a part of them.
There was a knocking on the door momentarily as the someone came in without permission.
-The kids thought you should have this back.- He said, holding out her book. Without thinking, she grabbed the book, staring at him. He was a kid who actually had friends. His name was Mello. The girl knew the names of everyone, even though she didn't talk to them.
-Thank you.- she said. Mello looked down, his eyes running slack out of bordom.
-Whatever, see ya.- He said, leaving. She sighed. Another one she could have talked to, but decided to let go. Damn it! Why was she always so stupid? There couldn't be any other kid in this orphanage who acted like her. No one, not even the most materialistic kids who probably weren't as stupid as she was. But then she remembered the reason everyone was here. Not just to make friends, but everyone was expected to be smart enough to be a famous detective. To be "L". But she probably wasn't even close. She could solve problems, but she definantly wasn't good enough to follow in the footsteps of the detective everyone admired.
She worked to finish her book, finally setting it down and hoisting herself up. The clock read 5 p.m. but she didn't think it was. There wasn't anyone in the girls rooms yet. Usually there were people talking all over the place, but not today. So she decided to go searching. Down the hall, to the left, to the right and down again. They were all in the playroom. She sighed, just standing outside the door. She wanted to play…but what if they just ignored?