AN: I'm probably stupid for writing this story, but... I suddenly wished that Death Note had went differently after a classmate reminded me that it existed. Stuff that are in parentheses are either funny, random or helpful to understand the story. Also if you don't want to read this chapter it's fine but you might not understand the story afterward. Italics are for thoughts. The translations might not be direct but that's because I'm lazy...

Chapter I : I had always hated the way Death Note ended... (My boring life story...)

It was a normal Monday morning of a normal student in 3ème (which means 9th grade in the US). I had just finished 1 hour of German class when I heard some classmates talking about Death Note in a hallway.

Death Note? In Paris? Wow, it's really well known... Maybe I could start a conversation with them... I thought to myself.

"Tu t'en souvens de L? Tu sais celui qui doit trouver qui est Kira... Il parait qu'il est mort et Light aussi."

(Do you remember L? You know the guy who has to find out who Kira is... It seems he's dead and Light too.)

The words registered. L had died... I had already known but... I had been refusing to even think about it the possibility of him not being there. Face it, I'm in denial. Death Note without the battle between L and Light was just not Death Note. Heck I had been reading the damn thing for L... I leaned on a wall and was getting depressed... Even Light had died... But, it wasn't by the hands of the right person. It was by Near! That copy of L... who only managed to kill Kira with the sacrifice of others like Mello and Matt. I had a sort of unfounded hate of Near... for replacing L (the REAL one) and killing Kira... not that he didn't deserve it after killing L...

The bell rang. I hardly heard it. I only came back to Earth when someone pushed me. Then I went back to my "school life" state which made me look like I was sleepwalking but let me think about other thing than the boring things that the math teacher was talking about. In the back of my mind I remembered what she was saying but it didn't matter anyways. It was something I already knew… SOHCAHTOA. Relearning something after 4 years really helps your memory. I started daydreaming about L and Light and notebooks while keeping a bored look on my face. It was my blank face, the one I used when I didn't want anyone to know what I was thinking. The teacher suddenly asked me the answer to the question she had been asking a few minutes ago. After a few seconds I said the right answer. The teacher, obviously unconvinced, asked me to get up and write the correct answer on the board. I mentally sighed. She had been trying to catch me for 5 months and she had still not managed to make me admit that I was not paying attention. Her classes were simply not interesting enough.

After writing down what the teacher wanted from me, I sat down and waited for the bell to ring. Three seconds before ringing I started counting down while getting prepared to write down the homework for tomorrow. 2 minutes after the bell rang she finally let us outside and we had to wade through the crowds to get to our next torture session... I meant to say 'class'.

After 2 hours wasted being bored, having daydreams and drawing I (finally!) could go back home to eat lunch (I was "externe" which meant that I ate outside of school). After walking back home and looking in the kitchen I realized that whatever my mom was making, it wasn't done. And I was hungry too...

"Sabine~, lunch will be done in 10 minutes. While you're waiting either you can play a bit of piano or do your homework."

Me, being me, decided to (pretend to) do my homework upstairs in my room next to my computer. I took out my math homework and after 5 minutes finished it. Then I turned on my computer and started to look up Death Note episodes.

After watching L die (about 3 times) and still denying it ever happened, I lay on my bed and said, "It would be nice if it had ended differently..." After a moment I added, "At least the fangirls would have been happy."

My mom yelled, "Sabine, lunch is ready! You can come downstairs now."

During lunch my mom questioned me about my day and asked if there were any tests this week. After calmly answering all her questions I had almost finished eating and went to get some yogurt. There was only twenty more minutes left until the start of afternoon classes and it took me about ten minutes to get there... That meant that if I didn't hurry up, brush my teeth, put my books in my backpack, take my sport clothes and leave I would be late. I almost groaned. I hated running to school but I did it almost every day and ended around 2 minutes late anyway.

After getting to school and thinking Wow it's hot today... I went to talk to one of my friends while waiting for the bell to ring. We had P.E. and French this afternoon; they were my least favorite subjects. The P.E. teacher came with a cup of coffee 3 minutes after the bell rang (as usual) and opened the gate that separated to school from the gym. We went through it and began walking to the changing room.

It seemed we had to play volleyball. I stayed extra long to make sure I didn't have to put up any equipment today. When I was sure that I had gotten away with it I sat down on the floor in front of the teacher. He talked for 10 minutes about what we were going to improve on. It was in vain because no one was listening and we were going to ask him to "reexplain" again anyway. I got a volleyball and tried to get it on the other side of the net without throwing it. I wasn't very successful. After having no progress even though I tried for an hour I decided that I would try something else. I hit the ball in the wrong direction when the teacher wasn't looking, pretended to be sorry to my partner and walked rather slowly to the other side of the room while looking at what everyone else was doing. After repeating this a few times it was finally time to get changed and prepare for 2 hours of French.

I changed and went outside to wait by the gate and talk to some friends. After wasting recess, we made a vague "cloud formation" and waited for the French teacher. Somehow, we weren't allowed to be late at all and risked having a detention if the right person caught us but the teachers were allowed to be 15 minutes late and nothing happened to them. The French teacher, taking advantage of this, always came late and sometimes didn't come at all. We all had something against her and sometimes chose to participate the least we could without getting caught. As in, if the teacher asked a question to the class, no one would raise their hand until 3 seconds had passed and even then only one person would. If she asked you a question, you would say the right answer if you knew it. That way, the teacher asked less and less questions until she started to talk for 2 hours straight which meant that we could sleep during these hours and ask someone else that actually listened to the teacher for their notebook afterward.

2 hours later, we went home. I talked a bit about what was happening these days with some friends and one block away from home we parted ways. I walked back home, the sun in my eyes, and remembered that my mom had said that she was going to Paris to buy a violin book. My younger sister was at the conservatory for a lesson and my youngest sister was at school for help with homework. Yes! That left the me with my dad and the computers. I put the code and entered the hallway. It was pretty dark and I almost tripped on a book in front of the door.

"Merde!" I cursed. "Qui est le con qui a mis un livre devant la porte‽"

No one answered. Probably because they didn't want to feel my wrath. I sighed and picked it up. The cover was purple and there were the words "Story Note: Beta". It looked like some fan had way too much time on their hands and had made another type of death note. I opened it and read the first page.

"Hum... Some guy made a book that lets you go into stories and change them." If this is true he would become rich: all fangirls and boys would buy it. "Wait this is only the beta version and has many problems... and he's not responsible for them. Typical. So it seems that all I have to do is write down the name of the story I want to change and go to sleep while picturing it. There is also supposed to be a 'story god' here to help me. So I guess it's surprisingly simple!" I said sarcastically. "Whatever. I hope it works." I decided to try it when I went to sleep.

I rang the doorbell. I waited and... nothing happened. Getting impatient, I rang again. Still nothing. I fished for my keys (I'm not tell you where!) and opened the door. It actually opened and that meant that my dad probably wasn't home either. After putting my keys back I slumped down on the couch for a few minutes. Then I got up and went into my room. I turned on my computer and started to read manga. I finished the daily updates and looked up Death Note manga chapters. I started downloading all of them. I also looked up the Death Note rules. Better be safe then sorry... At least this way I won't about to forget them anytime soon... After this my mom came home... sick from being on the metro. She told me that there was something to eat in the kitchen and that after I ate I would have to practice playing the violin. I was rather lazy so I took forever eating (to the point that my mom threatened to put it in the trash if I didn't hurry up) and then I prepared my violin and practiced for 2 hours. After that I did my French homework... It took me an hour and a half. Then I went to bed.

Before that though I had brushed my teeth, changed, written Death Note in the Story Note, lay on the bed and slowly drifted into sleep...

The end!

Wait that means that... I wrote all this for NOTHING! and that you read it too? WOW!

(It's not the end I'm just joking.)

Wasn't it BORING!