Hello my Cabbages (yes, cabbages, like the vegetable, this is gonna be my thing for an upcoming YouTube channel I'm planning) and welcome to Chapter two of this reversed Death Note cliché! I will try to update often, if not regularly, if that's OK with you! This is a prologue to Chapter one, because someone pointed out the small amount of detail paid to his past. This was intentional and will be covered here. I know that prologues are supposed to go before the first chapter, but what the heck. Some people put the prologue as chapter two so here is Gabriel's past! Enjoy and don't forget to leave a review!

P.S.: I know how overwhelmingly white it is in (North) Seattle. It is almost entirely white here. I know. I live here.


Houston, Texas, 2013

"But mama! I don't wanna move to Seattle! What 'bout my friends?!" Gabriel whined, bending over with his hands out. "I heard that the people there are all white people! What if they stick apart from us because they never seen a black person? I'll never have any friends!"

Gabriel's mother, Penelope Lee-Howard, crossed her arms and shook her head, her long brown locks flying side to side. "Gabe, honey...I know that this'll be hard because, but I promise that this is gonna be the last time we move because of our jobs." She hugged her upset son and stroked his hair reassuingly. "Plus, I heard that people are kind there and will accept you for who you are."

"It's not just the friends thing, mama...it's just that...I like it here. I don't wanna go..." Gabriel replied, quietly. He slumped down on his knees, palms up. "I know that you and dad got jobs there and we can live OK there...but...it's still hard."

His mother smiled and put her hands on his shoulders. "Gabe...if anything bothers you, you can tell me. It'll be OK. We'll work it out, OK?" Gabriel nodded in reply, his sadness and uncertainty registering on his face. "Good. Now pack your football stuff. You can bring that along with you to Seattle." She patted his shoulder and turned to continue deciding which stuff she could take and which stuff she could leave.


"This place is much smaller than I had originally expected for $4,000 a month in rent." his father muttered, sighing. "Jesus Christ! Two bed, one bath for $4,000! There is definitely an affordable housing crisis in Seattle." His father, Kyle Lee-Howard, shook his head, his short, black, straight hair bobbing slightly.

"The town is definitely expensive, that's for sure." added Lucas, Gabriel's older brother. "Still can't get used to the fact that people here are so accepting of differences. I mean, I saw 14, count 'em, 14 shops with rainbow flags on 'em."

His mother chuckled softly. "Well, we know who's not gonna take no shit, that's for sure." She put her hands on her hips. "What I'm more worried about is how we're going to fit our stuff in there and still have room to breathe." Gabriel, Lucas and their father laughed.

The interior of the apartment had 2 bedrooms, a small, hallway-type kitchen, a bathroom the size of a postage stamp, and the entire apartment had a beige carpet and white walls.

They started emptying boxes, one by one, once they got them into the apartment. It looked like everything was going to fit. Lucas put the beds together, Gabriel and his father dragged the couches in, and his mother was trying to figure out how to arrange the electronics and other cords so that the family doesn't get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, trip and brain themselves on the corner of the coffee table that she had dragged in previously. It's harder than you think, as cords can get tangled and become a hazard.

After several hours of dealing with the occupational hazards of having a chef, computer programmer, anime/manga geek, and football player all in a 2 bedroom apartment, this happened.

"Mama, Gabe's football stuff is collapsing onto my collection of Mirai Nikki!" shouted Lucas, who was trying to keep Gabriel's football tropies from even being on the same shelf as Gabriel's infinite collections of various anime, manga, American comic books, various paraphernalia, Sonic Screwdriver, and etc.

"Luke!" chided his father. "Gabe doesn't have much room for his sports stuff. Could you please - Ack!" He was almost buried in his wife's computer programming backup notes as they tumbled down because of poor placement. "Anyway! Please! We only have 2 shelves. Your stuff-" He started, gesturing at the ultimate geekdom, "takes up the space of 1 and 1/2 shelves. He really doesn't have much stuff, so please give him a break, OK?" He requested, lifting some of the notes back onto the shelves and placing them as best he could, being a somewhat clumsy man.

Lucas sighed in exasperation, then, after seeing Gabriel and his father's looks of annoyance, shrugged his shoulders and complied with their requests to allow the football stuff on the same shelf as his epic geek kingdom.


Gabriel sprinted down the field with only two thoughts in his head:

I'd better catch this pass,

and

If I fail English class, my dad'll bury me alive and dance on my grave.

Obviously, he had no room in his mind for anything other than the important matters because at that moment, he was in the fourth quarter of an intense football game. Since he's a quarterback, his movements were the most important in the whole game, and could affect whether they win or lose. The Ingraham Rams were losing 12-15, Garfield, and they had 40 seconds on the timer. He had no time to waste. His feet fumbled as he caught the ball just as he crossed the line. Touchdown.

Before he knew it, he'd just won the game for Ingraham, becoming one of the most respected boys in school.

I know that I participate in my life

but it feels like my life just happens to me.

It's almost like it's completely out of my control.

Before I knew it, I was one of the most respected players on the team.

And I had a good life in Seattle

So why did this happen to me?


AAAAND our unplanned prologue is now here! Enjoy, my readers, if any!