Authors Note: Yeah, I'm a screw up. Everyone reading this, yes you included. I am one of the worst human beings on the planet. Remember that ok? Alright, and BTW. You know who you are, figure I may as well say it here too. I'm sorry for what I put you through, ok? Alright, let's get this disaster over with.
Chapter 1
It was freezing cold in Ypsilanti Michigan. Nathan Spinner was walking along, following his daily routine. Shivering, he rubbed his hands together. It was a freaking cold winter, that was for sure. It was snowing like mad, adding even more to the six inches already accumulated. Nathan smirked to himself, as he thought about his paper. Definitely a perfect paper, if he had ever written one. He was the top of his class. However, today would be different for him. "What's that?" He asked aloud, seeing the dark object laying a few feet off of the path. Nathan walked over to it, and seeing that it was a notebook, picked it up.
"Death Note?" He read, staring at the note book. "This could be one of those psycho killer diary's." He flipped through the pages, but found it empty. "Well, doesn't seem it's been used. I can always use the extra paper though." he thought to himself, setting his bag down, and slipping the note book inside. Then, picking up his bag, he checked his phone. "damn, it's already five thirty. I'm running late." He said, shocked, and continued to half walk, half jog the rest of his way home. He turned into his driveway, and was halfway up the stairs when the door swung open.
"NATHANIEL R. SPINNER, what took you so long to get home!" the angry, dumpy, short woman demanded.
"M...mom, I'm sorry. It was slippery, and..."
"Shut it! Just get inside, and go straight to your room!" the woman bellowed, stepping to the side, and motioning him inside. Nathan, knowing better than to disobey his mother, did as she told him swiftly, and started up the stairs.
"and don't you dare leave your room until I call you down for dinner!" Mrs. Spinner added, slamming the door loudly. "and you just wait until your father gets home."
Head hanging low, Nathan walked up the stairs, and entered his room, closing the door behind. He set his bag onto his desk, and fell into his bed.
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It was dark out, and the snow hadn't let up all day. By the time Jason Nickles got to the house, there had to be at least a foot of snow on the ground. That didn't stop him though, this plan was too good to pass up. He snuck up the dark driveway, and jumped the low fence. Staying low, and out of site. He got to the back yard, and found himself faced with his challenge. Climbing carefully onto the deck table, convienently cleared of snow by it's anal retentive owners, he grabbed the edge of the porch's roof, and pulled himself up onto it. Making his way carefully over the slippery roof, he reached the window, and looked inside. There he was, sleeping in the bed like a baby, while Jason was freezing his ass off.
"Oh, you'll get yours, you fucking fag." Jason said through gritted teeth, and eased the window open. Climbing inside, he saw the school bag on the desk. Without thinking twice, he grabbed it and through it out of the window, following close after it. Once back outside, he silently slid the window closed, and grabbed the bag. Making his way to the edge of the roof, his footing gave way, and he fell. Careful not to yell, he slid off the roof. Luckily for Jason, the snow was able to break his fall quite well. Grabbing the back, and wiping the snow off of him, he ran back around the side of the house, and vanished into the dark night.