Another boring day, here at the hellhole known as Wammy's House.

Hello, my name is "T", or "Trevor Kane" if you wish to refer to me as my full name, I will refer to myself as "T" as the days go by as I write this, I won't call myself "I" because you may soon confuse me for my colleague, known as, well, "I".

But I digress. I am a child who was raised here at "Wammy's House", you may know of my fellow friends raised here at Wammy's House; "L", "N", and "M", we are the fifth generation of the Wammy's Kids, created to follow up N's legacy, after L's death.

Of course, the idea of working as a detective for the rest of my life bores me, screw superhuman brain power! I wish I wasn't as smart as I was. But, ah, nothing can be done, sadly, so I'll just have to deal with this retarded destiny. I hate it.

But I'm starting to bore even myself, and like I said before, after this point I will refer to myself as T, for this is where T will get to the real story.

The 7th of December, 2004, 1 month after the death of beloved detective L, and 2 days after N and M were informed on his death, is when T will begin writing these stories. T won't bore you with the same old Kira Case bullshit you're probably all well aware of what's currently going on, no, this isn't simply a chronicle of the idiotic Kira's murders.

This is the chronicle of T's life in Wammy's House, along with all my other children. Of course, this may seem boring at first, but remember, we're trained detectives. Don't think L's the only one that takes cases, oh no. We're trained to do cases at the age of 9 (we're 13, most of us, at the moment, in case you were wondering)

We borrow the names of the detectives L has beaten to solve our cases, never revealing our true names. As a matter of fact, this is probably the first time T has ever written my real name on paper.

So, anyway it's time to begin, we'll stop talking about L, N, and M, and all the other generations of Wammy's House from here on out, unless it's absolutely necessary. T'll probably go back on this and forget T ever said this, so whatever.

But T have been rambling on to long, I might as well get back to the story, I have no other interesting notes to make now, so let us begin.

Wake up at 6 AM, sharp, every morning. Every child in Wammy's House lives in a dorm with 2 other "Letters", T lives with R and Y. I swear, if you make a "T-R-Y" joke I will slit your throat, and I mean it.

Of course, the girls have a different dormitory than the boys (T'm male, if you didn't figure that out)

Wammy's House is not only an orphanage, but a school as well, we have classes every day (with only 26 children, there is no real need for separate classes)

We have to deal with the first generations "D" as a teacher, we have to refer to him as "Mister" or "Teacher", in order to not confuse them with the current generations "D"

T won't focus on school so much as after school during these stories, so you don't have to worry about me boring you out of your mind with school studies.

We start a new case every month, if the child who was given the case fails to finish the case by the end of the month, your grade is knocked down. There are only 4 people who are keeping a solid 90+ average. H, S, X, and Z.

These 4 children are currently next in line to replace the current L, N. It's so boring to think of that as a job it almost makes me puke that they want to do it. But oh well, it's their choice and T's not one to get in the way of that.

Ahh, my time here is almost up, the idea to start writing up the stories of Wammy's House came up spontaneously when T was in the library, but it's nearly time for me to leave for T have to get to the dorms before dark, T will begin to start my stories with the help of R and Y tomorrow as soon as T get out of school.

Until next time, dear readers of my chronicles.