Author's Note: Hello there my dear readers! If you're reading this, I thank you. I humbly submit something I've been scheming for awhile. I haven't written much lately, and if you've read any of my other stuff you'll find this much different from my other fanfics. I wrote them rather casually, as something to do for leisure and not seriously, all except for Wolf's Twilight, something I do need to pick up again, that I put a considerable amount of effort into making good and well written as my writing skills would allow. I hope to again present you with something more intelligent than most of my previous works, as my best work is what you deserve.

I hope I won't loose interest or time and drop this…oh well, my friend, VampireScooby, will surely nag me to no end, to the point I want to write her name down in my Death Note and make her the world's first imploding teenager(inside joke and vampire/werewolf hybrids according to the Twilight universe). I usually tend to ramble a bit in my ANs but I would appreciate if you'd read the entire thing for me. I don't write it just to take up space, after all. Of course if you don't want to read my ANs, there is nothing I can do to stop you unless I acquire that Death Note I've been wanting and find your name and face(two things that will probably never happen, Death Notes don't actually work/exist as far as I know…..-shifty eyes-). And I'm not that mean/crazy. I don't want to turn into Light….

I do usually try to stay away from OCs but as you can probably tell this fanfic simply demands OCs as it's really not possible for it to go in the direction I desire it to if I used canon characters, as this isn't in canon, this is in our world. So, you're going to have to deal with my characters, as annoying as it is for me to think I'm special enough to insert my own creations into a story about Tsugumi Ohba and Takashi Obata's characters(of course the story was Ohba's, but it wouldn't be what it was without Obata's art), but….sorry.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Death Note. Tsugumi Ohba and Takashi Obata do. If I did, Near would-never mind.

Summary: Death Note. The popular manga, anime, and live action movie. A story about a mass murderer with the intent of ridding the world of evil. What he deems evil. Kira. But we all know this isn't possible, right? WRONG.

You thought Death Note was just a story, for entertainment?

No, it was something much more important…..

It was a warning.

Throughout history, Death Notes have made their way to the human world, more often than we're comfortable with. Past events happened because one fell into the wrong hands, but we changed history. We decided to write the Death Note out of existence as best as we could. We burned, changed, hid every piece of evidence suggesting they ever existed. We burned notes. All this happened in the dark ages, as the church viewed it as unholy. Now, with the world still struggling to conceal it's deadly existence, there seems to be an epidemic of Death Note related incidents. This time, the world might not be able to cover things up so well.

This time we're in real trouble….

And we've been warned. Tsugumi Ohba published Death Note, claiming it was just a tale, because he knew of the Notes. How? No one's quite sure, but one thing is for sure-we're not prepared for what's coming….

Ohba shows the power of the note in the hands of someone who wants to create a utopia, someone who was a brilliant. But what if it falls into the hands of school children? Dictators? Terrorists? We're in for one big mess…..

Things Worth Noting

Chapter 1- The Discovery

Another lame lecture from him. Something the students at Fieldset's Jr&Sr High School math students with Ms. Foyers simply destested. There was nothing that went on in school that was near as agonizing as that. Who was he? The student teacher. Possibly one of the largest morons the world had ever seen, in the eyes of his students. He tried to seem cool at times, by "burning" people, but it his jokes were just lame and used to make fun of him. He often changed the assignment and never told anyone, and mumbled when he talked, so seldom was anything learned, nor did the homework he was going to collect done, as no one understood the homework he originally gave them anyway, much less did he grade the work they actually did. It was all rather frustrating, as even the top students found themselves failing.

Anna had all but given up hope. Sitting in the very back row, as she was assigned, her head was on her desk and she began to noodle on her notebook a little. She'd have to rip it out, she knew, as her math teacher always graded your notebooks for every last thing, and she highly doubted Ms. Foyers would let her get away with doodling. Ms Foyers was a rather strict teacher, of somewhere between the ages of 45 and probably 57, it was rather hard to tell, but she was fair, and it wasn't like she was cruel. As her name says, she isn't married and never has been. Rumors about this flew wildly around the school. Kids would talk. It happened all the time. Anything could start a rumor, and it'd fly wildly out of control. Just like any other school. Some were plausible, and others were possibly the most ridiculous things that could possibly be said about her, just for the sake of being ridiculous. Whatever the case, she was not bitter in any way, so her students could tell.

Anna sighed as she attempted to catch what Mr. Sky(the student teacher) was mumbling. She heard something that sounded like "perverted", but considering they were supposed to be on Geometry, she assumed he'd probably meant pyramid. She'd hoped so, anyway. It would be very odd if he was up there discussing perverts when he was supposed to be giving a math lesson. Although he was obviously nervous, no one took much pity on him. He could fail college, attempt to get a job at McDonalds but be fired for breaking the Frosty machine, and become a desperate scruffy hobo with a beard now to his knees for all Anna cared.

Up in the front row, sat Zack. Zack wasn't even attempting to pay the slightest bit of attention. That was just how Zack was. He wasn't some super-genius like he thought Anna, but he was intelligent enough to get by with decent grades. He was a freckle-faced boy who on the short side, and had black hair that was a few inches shorter than today's fashion dictated was good.

" Now-" Mr. Sky began, grabbing a stack of papers," For today's homework." The entire class groaned-something else to fail. Yay.

No sooner had he passed them out, the bell rang. Lunch. The entire class, with new energy, sprang to their feet and began gathering their stuff. Finally, the torment was over-for today.

" Wait a second," rang Mr. Sky's voice, with new confidence," Wait until I dismiss you." Many students let out a sigh as they plopped their butts back into their seats. After looking them over, he announced," Now smile nice and suck up to me and I'll let you go."

" Gee, as if that's ever gonna happen!" called out an obnoxious voice.

"Who said that?" Mr. Sky inquired, staring accusingly at his class," Fine, just…go."

And with a cheer, they all raced out fo the room, none of them wanting to be the last one out…..

Anna slowly walked over to her locker. She didn't stop to chat with anyone on the way, and certainly wouldn't waste her time on the people with the lockers near hers. She just went straight to opening it.

" Like, excuse me, but you're taking up the whole hallway!" came a familiar whney voice.

Brittany. Great.

Brittany, whose blonde hair was so obviously dyed it was disgusting, was the school's resident mean-girl and "the most popular girl in school." And, unluckily for Anna, her locker was about three away from her own.

Anna turned-Brittany's usual group of followers-er, friends, were behind her, disgusted by the fact that Anna was there, in the place they had been talking. The nerve that Anna had….being in her own locker like that!

" Don't worry, I was just about to leave," she said, opening her locker's door roughly, whipping out her lunchbox, and closing it. She then stomped off to lunch.

Zack, meanwhile, was in the lunch line. Nothing interesting going on there, though….ever.

As Anna sat down at her table she noticed her other friend, either wasn't there or had been "kidnapped" by her cousin and her cousin's creepy boyfriend. Poor Jess….Before lunch, Anna only had one class with Jess. Gym. And Jess usually skipped gym anyway(although she didn't mind it, it was the teacher that bothered her. If Anna had the guts, she would join her) so it wasn't a very good indicator as to if Jess was there or not.

After awhile, Zack finally got out of the lunch line, with some sort of mystery meat. It was just the three of them ever, because no one else was brave enough to sit with Anna. Zack might be able to squeeze in with the boys, and Jess could probably find someone to sit with, but Anna…..well, wasn't really well-liked. I mean, the fact that Anna's long, messy auburn hair contradicted every fashion law that was current wasn't short and dyed blond yet was an obvious sign she didn't care at all about her popularity status. And among the females, that was life. Jess didn't have such a hard time since she was more athletic, but Anna stuck out pretty well. Among the boys, life here wasn't so ruled by your status, so Zack was fine. Anna often wondered why he hung around with two girls-was their something wrong with him? True, he had some guy-friends, but they barely ever really talked, or "hung out" or anything. Oh well, Anna and Jess were both grateful to have Zack around.

Zack looked up at Anna, his brown eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He had a huge grin on his pale, freckled face, as he said," Wanna eat outside today?"

Anna shrugged," Sure, I guess….have you seen Jess today?"

He shook his head. They both got up, grabbed their food, and walked outside. After finding a suitable spot in the grass, they sat and finished their lunch.

Lunch was pretty uneventful, and Anna ran off to her locker the second the bell rang. However, Zack stayed back or a bit. Finally realizing he had about to minutes left to get to class, he got up and went to leave-when he spotted, on the ground, something….black. Out of curiousity, he picked it up-it was a notebook. And the front cover read….

"Death Note"

AN: Sorry it was such a boring chapter. :P I'm sure the next one will be better……I got bored writing it and started playing Okami, that's how boring it was.

We'll hopefully get further into the plot in the next chapter. And we'll get away from OMG THE DRAMA OF EIGTH GRADE!!1!111111!! 'Cause that bores me. Just in there for a bit of intro. Later I hope to involve FBI and army and all kindsa good stuffs. That's all for now, bye!