Prologue
"Don't! Don't touch it! I said don't touch it dammit!" That was what was being yelled toward me as my pale hand was reaching out for the small black notebook on the principal's desk before me. Earlier that day my notebook known as the "death note" was taken as a death threat by the asshole of a principal Mr. Edwards. I was a pretty big fan of the anime known as Death Note so I bought myself a replica of the notebook to simply write in. Mr. Edwards had given me a warning the first time that I brought it to school and it pissed me off a little, so I did what any other person with a death note would do when someone pissed them off. I wrote his name in the "notebook of death". I mean, it isn't like I wrote details or anything. And it isn't like it would work right? He says it's a death threat, I say it's venting my feelings in a reasonable manner. Anyways, back to the story. Ignoring the words being yelled by Mr. Edwards, I grabbed the death note. I felt a shock run through my small body as my hands wrapped around the black notebook; a cold sensation filled my veins. I was terrified. All I could think was that my life was going to end right there in the small principal's office. I slowly looked around until my spinning view landed on the principal. I saw a look of concern take over his features despite his anger with me just a few moments earlier. He mumbled something that I couldn't quite comprehend in my swirling state of mind, and then, nothing. It was like every bit of my being was gone into nothingness.
