So now here's Misa's. I really don't think it's as good as the first two, but I'll let you be the judge. Next will be Ryuk.


Misa Misa

"Yay! Misa wins!" Misa shouted as the twirled around her new office. "Misa wins, Misa wins!" An older woman came in through the open door. She waited a minute until Misa stopped dancing.

"Oh, Miss. Assistant, what are you doing here?"

"I just came to check up on you," the woman replied. "What are you doing?" Misa shrugged.

"Celebrating, of course! How many other girls get to live in a house this nice?!"

"Yes, Misa, the White House is rather nice isn't it?"

"I guess, but white? Talk about bland. Maybe we should paint it red or black or something more interesting." The assistant blinked in confusion.

"Uh, well I'll see what I can do, but right now you need to get to a press conference that started 15 minutes ago!"

"Oh! How many outfits should I bring?"

"That's press conference, Misa, not photo shoot. No cameras." She gently pushed a complaining Misa through the door.

"But what's the point of going out in public it there's no cameras!" she whined from down the hall. The assistant rolled her eyes as the thought of how much she regretted applying for this job. At least it paid well.

A Few Hours Later…

Misa stormed into the office a few hours later. The assistant was a bit taken aback, but knew that the girl could be calmed without too much effort.

"Misa?"

"That no good, dirty, rotten Takada! What is she thinking stealing my Light away from me?" the assistant stifled a laugh. Was she an assistant or a baby sitter? "It should be illegal or something…Is that legal, Miss Assistant?"

"Misa, I know you're upset, but it's not my job to…"

"I'll make it illegal! Then he'll pay. Both of those heartbreakers..."

"I'm afraid a law like that probably won't make it through congress."

"I'm not asking, I'm telling. I'm president and I can throw that scum in jail if I want to!" She stormed out of the room like a five year old in a temper tantrum. The assistant was left thinking just one thought: This can't end well.

The Next Day…

"That no good, dirty rotten congress!" Misa shouted, stomping into the room once again. Did this girl ever speak quietly? "Why can't I throw my cheating boyfriend in jail? That's just not right."

The assistant chose not to reply. She was beginning to enjoy Misa's personality.

"This job is so not easy! No photo shoots, no one listens to me. I mean, they voted! I had way more press coverage, and I look so much cuter in a bikini than that fat old other candidate! So why did they vote for me?"

"I have no idea," the assistant muttered under her breath.

"Well, whatever, I don't like it," Misa stated. "I quit."

"But you can't just-"

"I said: I QUIT." She stood tall and marched out of the room.

"I can't believe it. She didn't even last a week," the, now Misa-free, assistant said to herself. She was now harboring another thought. A cheese grater would have made a better president.