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Author's Note: Well, I have not finished Death Note: Another Note - The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases yet, but I couldn't wait any longer to write this FanFiction. Since the beginning of this FanFic takes place before The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases I can go up to where the book starts with the FanFic. Also this FanFic will give me something to work on when I have writer's block with my other two stories.
I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I am using Microsoft Word, but it doesn't always help. This story is supposed to be in first person and in past tense. If you notice anything in present tense not counting the author's note and disclaimer let me know in a review. Anyway, please enjoy the FanFic and review.
My name is JT Matthews; well my full name is Jordan Trinity Matthews. For as long as I can remember my parents had called me JT that it stuck; I am now know as JT to my friends, neighbors, and anyone who knows me. I wonder if anyone remembered my actual name.
I live alone here in Los Angeles because my parents died in a car crash two years ago. The neighbors took care of me and not only do I in school, but I also do odd jobs for my neighbors so I can continue to live in my house. I don't know if I have any other family, but I like it here in Los Angeles.
I may just be fourteen years old and a high school student, but I had to learn to take care of myself. My neighbors made sure that I used my money wisely and bought thing I needed. They also helped me out by occasionally buying me things I needed when I was low on money. During spring break, Christmas break, and summer break I'm able to work more for my neighbors.
Since school started September the fifth I can't help my neighbors as much. I help them all I can, but they understand that I have to do my homework. At least I have the weekends to help them.
I have only been in school for one week meaning today was September the twelfth. After I finished my homework today I have to help my next door neighbor with some chores. Not to mention I have to do my own chores around the house.
Even though I am in the eighth grade all of the work was not very challenging for me. I hardly have homework and when I do it was too easy. Well, I guess if it took me more than thirty minutes to do all my homework I couldn't help my neighbors, do my own chores, and cook for myself. I just want a challenge though which was one reason I wanted to be a police detective when I got older.
Crime and mystery TV shows, movies, and books give me the challenge I'm looking for which is why I love them. Despite being just fourteen the Los Angeles Police Department would sometimes ask for my help on their less serious and dangerous cases. I always solved every case I helped them with; they never had me to help in murder cases or rapist cases. That was always fine by me.
The final bell of school rang was what brought me out of my thoughts, I gather my books, and walked to my locker. I got the books for the classes I had homework in, which was English, History, and Math. Carrying my books, I headed out of the school and started to walk home.