(A/N) Life sucks and for some reason even though I live what should be a happy life it is not and that is what inspired my story. And please only read this if you are mature enough.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death note or the characters.

LIFE SUCKS! I, Nate River off all people should know. School is nightmare with only peppy rich kids who go with all the latest trends and pick on the ones who do not. Oh and don't forget the minorities and homosexuals who always get all this FUCKING SHIT for being different.

I go to FUCKING HOGWARTS wait what no Hogwarts that not right its Homeridge the biggest FUCKING PRICK School in America. Since it was private you think it would be different but no still the same old shit any fucking public school has to deal with except we also deal with the public shool kids for being smart and going to a prep school.

Oh wait you probably want to know how I am writing this and why my life sucks. Well first of all this is the journal I got myself for my 14th birthday and my life sucks because I am gay. Well at least other people think so I personally think I am bi but whatever. I also only have one friend named Milo Kush, now he has many friends and is becoming more and more distant as the school year goes on which is why I got this so I could tell someone else my feelings.

Well anyway today was the 16th of October in the year 2006 and as usual school fucking sucked and for the same reasons. I got called "Fag" exactly 53 times and was told I had a vagina 25 times and was also was told I had to go in the girls locker room because that's where all the people that like men go. Oh and I think I was put in a locker for close to an hour (I don't know how long to be exact) because I was so short, and my underwear was shoved so far up my ass that not even Arnold fucking Schwarzenegger could pull it out. But all in all it was a normal day.

I came home to the same empty apartment as it had always since the August of 2004. Luckily enough it was a apartment that was paid off and didn't need any keep up. I went in to my room and cried in my pillow for 3 hours then did my homework ate and then went to sleep. I dreamed about having a happy life with a man I loved and 3 beautiful children two white and one black I was happy until 6:30 when my alarm clock woke me up.

I woke up took a shower and put on my White button down and white skinny jeans, my usual attire. Then I went to my bus stop where the second worst part of the day started the bus ride to school.

You could tell when I got on the kids had been going crazy until I had got on. Because trash was everywhere but people were silent except for whispers and a gleaming death stares. I knew what the whispers were about but I did not bother to acknowledge them I just walked by.

That is how it had always been since I had come out in December of 2004 that dreaded day from when I went from being the 20th most unpopular guy to the #1 most tortured and unpopular guy in the history of schools.

But that was my mistake to thinking 7th graders were mature to enough to know and even that 9th graders were mature enough to look past me being different.

My mistake. My fucking mistake.

(A/N) I am sorry if this offends anyone who I've written this first part. If it does you should stop reading because I do not think it will change. Thanks for reading my suckish story and please review.