A/N: Heeeyy! It's a new story. Yes, it is. :) So, enjoy! Yeah, that's all I'm going to say...lol

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE... AND I NEVER WILL. So, here's that for every chapter.

ENJOI!! Remember, reviews make me happy! No flames, though constructive criticism is welcomed. --Happy Reading!

1

Like All Stories, It Started With An Orphan Girl and Two Boys

She twirled a piece of her shiny brown hair as she stared out the darkly tinted windows of the old, black beat-up car. Her gray eyes held no signs of emotion as many Victorian buildings flew by.

The old man, Watari was his name, who sat in the front seat sensed the girl's distress.

"Isabella?" he said. "It's going to be alright."

It's going to be all right... Those were the words her mother had spoken to her the night before she was brutally murdered. Isabella had lived with her mother. Her father had abandoned them much too long ago for Isabella to remember. It was his entire fault. If he hadn't left, her mother wouldn't have had to work three jobs to support them, then have to work a late night shift, then get raped on the way home and shot to death. Yes, it was his entire fault.

"Bella," said Isabella emotionlessly. "I told you to call me Bella."

Watari sighed. "Alright. If you wish."

Bella glared through the window as the car came to a sudden stop. The car ride had seemed to be ad infinitum. It was such a long ride from Washington, Seattle to Winchester, England. Why would she go this far for an orphanage, you ask?

Bella wanted to escape from it all. She wanted to escape from her painful memories. After her mother's fatal death, she ran and ran on her long, slender legs. She had run from Seattle all the way to La Push—a small Indian reservation. There, Watari was doing God-knows-what and found her, picked her up, and brought her back with him.

Of course, Bella wasn't expecting anything like moving all the way across the country. State, maybe, but not country.

"We're here," Watari said. He got out of the car. Bella followed. She slung her black tote over her shoulder and stared up at the enormous building.

"Bella," Watari said. "Welcome to Wammy's House."

x x x

"Now, Bella, would you like any other aliases?" asked L, the man that was the "world's greatest detective." Bella glared at him.

"'Bella' is just fine," she sneered. Her big, almond-shaped eyes narrowed dangerously—almost into slits.

"Now, now. No need to be harsh."

"Hmph."

Their conversation had ended just like that. Roger, the headmaster of the orphanage, assigned her to a room and two helpers to get her around. Their names were Mello and Matt.

'What strange names,' Bella thought as she made her way to her new room. It was rustic. A small, twin-sized bed, a cherry-wood dresser, and a desk with some books on it. She placed her oversized tote on the hard, wood floor—which didn't have much in it. She stared out the window. If didn't have a very nice view, what with the window positioned near a brick wall. She sighed.

"Might as well live with it," she muttered. She began unpacking her belongings—her tee shirts, her flared jeans, and her accessories. She moved on with unpacking the things that mattered to her the most: a book, an extremely complicated 100,000-piece puzzle without an image that she has yet to complete, and a MP3 player, containing at least 3,000 of her favorite songs, including every album made by her favorite bands—Linkin Park, All Time Low, and Taking Back Sunday.

As Bella placed these beloved items on her small bed, a boy about a year older than her stood in the room across from her, door slightly opened. A small smile appeared on his lips.

This is gonna be a hell of a year…..

Sorry for the short chapter! But, I promise you: The next chapter will be killer long. At least, that is what I am aiming for. XD

Author: Teehee. A new story!

Bella: Yay -sarcasm-

Author: Shuddup, Isabella.

Bella: -glare- DON'T CALL ME THAT!!

Author: Whatever. Isabella.

Bella: DAMMIT, BITCH!!