A/N: This is a alternative timeline from the orginal series of Death Note. Please enjoy.

"And then she pulled my pigtail!" Misa finishes with a dramatic throwing of her hands. I roll my eyes and look at our mom – she isn't even paying attention.

"Mhmm…" Mom says. Misa jumps to the edge of her seat, straining her body against the seat belt. She pokes her face next to my seat. "Can you believe Sarah's nerve?" she asks me.

I flip the page of my book and sigh. "You did rip up her picture." I say, trying to ignore her and keep reading To Kill a Mockingbird.

"Well, the only reason she drew it was to make my picture look ugly!" Misa says impatiently.

"And you know that how?" I ask, closing my book and facing her.

Misa struggles for an answer, not wanting to admit I was right. Mom sighs, knowing that Misa's going to throw a fit. She starts talking before Misa starts her tantrum.

"Okay, girls, that's enough. Misa – it's a new year and I don't want you starting out second grade on such a bad foot. The same goes for you, Emiko." She finishes her speech as we pull into the driveway.

We go inside the house and Misa runs up the stairs. I go to the living room and feed my fish, Kippers. After watching him swim around with the little pieces of fish food for a few seconds, then head up the stairs myself.

I go to my room and throw my book bag in the corner and flop myself on my floor. I pull open To Kill a Mockingbird. Dill had just appeared out from underneath Scout's bed. I lose myself in Maycomb, Alabama and stay there for a good half hour, until Misa walks into my room.

Sigh.

She flops herself on my bed and rolls over on her stomach. She stares at me from there. "Emiko…?" she asks nicely.

I push myself into a sitting position and say, "Yeah?"

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

I roll my eyes and say, "Yes, Misa. You're very pretty."

"As pretty as Mom?"

"Yes."

"As pretty as you?"

"I'm not pretty, Misa."

"Sure you are," she says as she rolls off my bed and crawls toward me. She starts moving my hair out of my face and she pulls off my glasses while saying, "All you have to do is comb your hair, don't wear those dorky glasses, and maybe wear something besides t-shirts." She moves over to my drawer and picks up something. It's blurry until she comes closer – a comb. She starts pulling the knots out of my hair.

"Ow. Quit it, Misa." I say, trying to lean away from her.

"Just wait a second," she says. I stop fidgeting. Tolerance, I tell myself. "There," she says as she goes to pick something else of my drawer. When I can distinguish what it is, I roll my eyes. Misa hands me the mirror and I look into it.

The person staring back at me is a stranger. My hair actually fell out of my face and you could see my eyes. It wasn't a bad reflection, I admit.

"See – you are pretty." She says, making her point more pointed by holding the looking at me through the mirror. Someone could actually believe we were sisters now.

"Sure, I guess. Thanks, Misa that was really –"

"Girls, it's time to eat!"

I get off by my mom's voice. I realize I was about to say something actually nice to Misa; I hop up before she can make me. She stays sitting and I turn around and say impatiently, "Come on, Misa. You heard her – it's time to eat."

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