So, this just popped into my head. Sorry if I only add chapters scarcily, but I'm working on other stuff. I didn't want to forget this idea, though.

This may seem odd, but oh, well. I'll try to make it as funny as possible. Duces!

Warning: May contain language from little kids.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or its characters. I only own my OCs.

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Alickah's (pronounced Alice-kuh) POV:

I stared down at my computer, wearily typing my assignment. It was due March 18, 2016. It was now August 28, 2015. It was supposed to be about your year as a Junior in High School.

This felt troublesome for me. My life was utterly dull. We have learned about Kira and the great Detective L, their battle, and the outcome. They were so much more exciting than me. Why couldn't I write about them instead?

"It has to be real," my teacher instructed. "Nothing fake or in the past. I want emotional roller coasters, dates, heartbreaks, family issues and quality time, what you think about, how you act, and spirit! Boredom even!"

Mrs. Hanchez was our theater teacher. She loved drama. Little did she know, I had boredom down to the 'd'.

"My life is plain," I read aloud as I typed. "It's gray in terms of color. Normal family, no boyfriends, or any grade problems. I'm a B student; not failing, but not note-worthy either. There isn't much to tell…"

Rubbing my sore eyelids, I checked the time.

2:31 AM

Damn. Tomorrow was Saturday, but I had planned to be well-rested from sleeping in. At this rate, social media was going to ruin my plan.

Shutting my laptop, I put it on my nightstand, curled up with my fluffy, dark-blue blanket, and closed my eyes.

'I wish something EXCITING would happen. Even with Mom and Dad gone for the year, I'm going to be alone, as always. Why is life so plain?'

And, to these questions I always asked myself, I drifted off into the sweet release of dreams full of randomness and falsehoods.

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I awoke to the sound of screaming.

It wasn't bloody-murder yelling, but was more like a crying child. Listening as I sat bolt up in my bed, I determined there were quite a few different voices.

Running down the stairs, I burst into the livingroom. On the carpeted floor were six kids. They looked to be the same age. Five, maybe six years old?

One had brown hair that was neatly kept, holding a small, black book in his hands as he searched for something. Two had blonde hair; one was a boy and the other, a girl. The girl had blue eyes, two pigtails with most of her tresses still hanging freely, and a black notebook like the first boy. She, too, was searching for something. The boy blonde was arguing with an albino looking child, all the while eating a chocolate bar.

The albino boy had silvery locks and onyx eyes. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt and baggy blue-ish gray pants that could have been faded. He was sitting with one knee clutched to his chest, toying with a strand of his hair.

A redheaded kid stood next to the one-sided fight, a DS in his hands.

The last was a boy with shaggy black hair and deep black bags surrounding his abyss-like eyes. He, too, wore a white baggy shirt with baggy blue jeans, yet they were of a different style. He slouched where he stood, eyeing the entire situation with hardly any interest.

"Light, you and Misa won't find any pens beneath the couch," he said in a tired voice.

The brunette –Light– scoffed at his remark.

"Like you have any idea as to where a pen might be in a NORMAL home, Ryuzaki," he countered.

"You mean 'Lawiet', Light," giggled the blonde girl as she kept looking.

The shlumpy-looking boy flinched at this comment.

Clearing my throat, I stood where I was, unable to move for fear I would faint in the process.

"Uhm, excuse me, but WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL are all you kids doing in MY house?!"

All twelve eyes locked onto me, as if just noticing my presence. The insomniac-ridden child seemed to asses me like I was from a different planet entirely. He tilted his head to the side before speaking.

"We do not know how we came to be here. You see, I died and have no clue as to where I am."

"I remember killing myself because I couldn't BARE to live without my Light, but now he's right here, so I'm happy now!"

"I died from gunshot wounds while smoking."

"Tch, I don't need to tell you anything. What are you, the police? Fuck off."

"I. . . Should still be alive. I was an adult just yesterday.. This is, indeed, a very precocious situation."

"I was killed by Ryuk, and now, it seems I'm a kid, so… Don't laugh at me!"

I blinked three slow times. This had to be a dream, right? Dead people don't just come BACK, unless you were a zombie. But why did the names Light and Lawiet sound so familiar?..

". . . No one was laughing at you," I said slowly.

'That kid must be crazy,' I thought.

A lightbulb –no pun intended– went off inside my sleepy and sluggish mind. Those were the names from the Kira incident we learned about. The teacher had said that L and Kira both died, along with numerous others.

Something being pressed against my hand caused me to look down. Light, aka Kira, was touching his notebook to my skin, a scowl fixed on his lips.

"I was talking to him," he growled.

Instantly, I was greeted with the sight of another kid, but he didn't look human. He had spiky black hair, a heart earring in one ear, long arms, a perpetual smile on his oddly colored black mouth, and wore black fluffy stuff around his shoulder area with what looked like stitches attaching it to his body.

I let out a glass-shattering screech causing everyone to cover their eardrums, and fell down on my ass. My eyes never left the creature.

"W-what IS that.. that. . . "

"That is a Shinigami. Ryuk is his name."

Hesitantly, my gaze went to the once-dead murderer. Of course our lesson went over how the press said the Kira's killed –by writing someone's name in a book that had belonged to a God of Death– but this couldn't be proven. No 'Death Notes,' as they were called, could be found.

"T-they're REAL? As in, he can steal my soul?"

Ryuk rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Humans! Where do you come up with these myths?"

Shaking ever-so-slightly, I managed to get back on my feet. I examined the people in my livingroom. Deciding to act now before they could stop me, I grabbed to two notebooks from Light and Misa. They tried to keep hold, but I was bigger and stronger, easily plucking them out of their feeble grip. Again, I was given the sight of another creature standing next to the small, pouting girl.

This one seemed made of bones with purple-ish hair and maw. It was the same height and age as the others.

"Rem, make her give it back!"

The Shinigami turned its head towards me. It seemed to want to follow the girl's command, but unable to. Full of regret, it apologized.

"I'm sorry, Misa, but it seems…"

"You feel it too," Ryuk asked Rem, who nodded back in reply.

"Yes. It appears he does not want us to interfere."

"Who? What's going on," I asked.

The black, raven resembling creature laughed heartily, tilting his head back as his shoulders shook.

"The Shinigami King got bored!"