A/N: Well, after obsessing over Degrassi for the last few weeks, I decided to write this. But, since I write in the fandom of DN, this happened. The story is based on an episode of Degrassi so any likeliness is not my works.
But, I really hope you like it and please R&R~!
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or Death Note. The plot is based off of Degrassi. Any other likeliness-es are purely coincidental.
"Okay, after the game we get 'em." A rough voice said. Two others agreed. "We'll show those Wammy freaks who the top school is."
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"Don't forget to support our wonderful soccer team! Get your tickets for this Friday!" A blonde, blue-eyed girl shouted at the hallway crowds.
She bounced around a small table, asking- or rather forcing- people to buy tickets. "Only three dollars! All the money goes to funds for new art supplies!" She smiled slyly as a few school artists appeared. "Linda! Are you going to the game? With who?"
"Oh, um, h-hi, Misa. I-I was actually h-hoping to g-go with N-Near." Linda, an inspiring mangaka, stuttered timidly. The two girls looked over towards a wall of lockers. A small, white-haired boy was hesitantly rummaging through one of the aforementioned lockers.
The girls watched as he dropped all the things he was holding when a bell rang signaling for students to get to homeroom. The hall traffic picked up pace and only a few accidents occurred.
Rushing to get to class, Near, the albino, was pushed and shoved through the hall. But, he didn't mind. The general flow of students pushed Near to his classes.
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Wednesday nights were always the same for Wammy students. Soccer practice was from 5 to 8 and one could find half of London in the stadium, cheering for their respectable players.
This Wednesday was no different.
Mihael Keehl kicked goal after goal as the other players wandered helplessly around the field.
"And Mello scores another!" An announcer yelled into a microphone. "Looks like Wammy's going to the finals again!" The audience cheered when Mihael ended the practice with a final goal.
"Great job tonight, Mello." Matt said. His red bobbed cut hair clung to his forehead.
"Like always." Yawned Mello. He wiped the sweat off his face as he sat down on a bench. "It's a sure fire win Friday. Winchester is no match for us." Matt sat on the bench and watched his fellow team-mates retire to the locker room.
A/N: So, I hope you guys like this little Prolouge~! I'm still writing chapter one and I don't know when I will be able to post again but, reviews do get me moving faster!