(A/N here is my story based off of Death Note, Me [Mercury] my friend Lauren [Leer] and Sara [Shady] I found this story quite pleasant to write ^w^ Yaay well... Here we go [disclaimer: I DO NOT own Death Note]
The four of us stood in front of the building called Wammy's House. I stared at the two girls who came here with me, then up at Quillish Wammy. He fumbled with the keys, and finally opened the iron gate.
"Do we really need to go by aliases?" I asked the girl next to me who called herself Leer.
"I guess..." she responded.
I groaned and sulked toward the entrance. The big, Victorian style doors were kind of intimidating.
So let's go over everything that's happened so far, shall we? Well now I'm an orphan, who watched her parents be killed, I can't use my true name, Azza, and I know nobody.
I stood silently at the doors, and followed everyone in. I observed the big rooms. One had a fireplace where the red, orange and blue flames popped.
The fact that I was standing in an orphanage with some of the smartest kids in the world was beyond me. Being an orphan at 13 was strange. At least I knew my parents. I felt bad for the kids who didn't. Now, that feeling went away quickly.
I turned to look at the girls who came with me. The one who called herself Shady smirked and mumbled something. I hated when people did that.
Shady silently walked around to see what the other kids are doing. She stopped at the entrance of a room. She smirked, then frowned.
"You'll get frown lines!" one kid said.
"Does it look like I care?" Shady said, then walked away.
"And that is how you deal with that situation." Leer said, surprising me.
"When did you get there?" I asked.
Shady walked back to us. Shady and Leer, good mysterious aliases.
Shady wore a pair of ripped jeans, a navy blue shirt with red polka dots, and a navy blue jacket. She had dark brown hair, and brown eyes.
Leer wore a pair of black boots, a pair of dark jeans, a black and pink shirt and a leather jacket. She had jet black hair and green eyes that seemed to look right through you. It was kind of unnerving.
I stared down at my own black boots, dark ripped up jeans, black and red dotted tank top, and leather jacket. I had black hair with pink and orange tips. My eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner, with blue irises.
Footsteps caused me to look up. Two boys walked out of the room. The taller one with blond hair wearing a black vest, a rosary, with leather pants and boots. The shorter one with red-brown hair wearing a tan vest, a black and white striped shirt, black pants and black boots. Oh, and he was wearing goggles with orange lenses.
(A/N well, that's the end of my first chapter ^^ follow, review! Yay!)
