Elle
I open the front door of my house and enter. I poke my head cautiously into the living room. Mum's there, watching the TV. She doesn't notice me. Good. I sneak into the kitchen, open the fridge and grab the chocolate cake that she made yesterday. I know, I eat too much, but who actually cares anyway? However, before I even take one mouthful, a loud shout makes me jump guiltily and I put the cake down on the worktop hastily.
"ELLE?" What's mum shouting about? She never usually shouts, and I thought she hadn't even realised I was home yet. Besides, if it was about the cake, how did she even know I was about to eat it? Has she got sensors attached to it or something? But she sounded more surprised than anything. I guess it's not about the cake then. She definitely would have expected me to go straight for it as soon as I got home. I turn around, but she's not standing in the doorway to the kitchen as I had expected. She's still in the living room watching the TV. I creep up, mystified and watch her.
"Oh, you idiot. You're gonna get yourself killed." Is she talking to me? I hope she's not referring to my eating habits. I mean, I'm not exactly the healthiest eater in history, but it's not gonna kill me. At least, not yet. But, no, it looks as if she still hasn't noticed me. All of her attention is focused on the TV. Maybe she's watching some horror film and some character called Elle has done something really stupid and is about to die. You can always tell who's going to die in horror films. I look at the TV, expecting some gruesome gore, but I'm disappointed. The background is plain white, with a gothic looking letter "L" on it. OK, I take that back about being disappointed. This is getting interesting.
"God, Elle. You're meant to be a genius, but sometimes you do really stupid things." Hmm. Elle...or L? Is L even a person, or what? I listen to the TV.
"And Kira, what you are doing is evil." The voice seems to have been put through a voice scrambler. "I will stop you at any cost. If you are watching this Kira, remember one thing. I will win. I will not allow you to continue killing these people. You may think it is the right thing to do, but it is evil. You are evil." The L disappears and the TV screen changes to the news.
Wow, what was all that about then? It seems like there's some kind of battle between "L" and "Kira", whoever they are. And, strangely, it seems like mum knows L. I would say that "Kira" is probably a murderer, since "L" mentioned him killing people. So that would make L the mysterious detective. Mum works with the police, so maybe she does know L. She probably doesn't know Kira though (or at least she doesn't know who he is), or he'd be under arrest by now! I wonder if there's any way I can ask mum about them without letting her know I've seen all that. To start off with, I walk to the front door, open it, and slam it shut.
"Hi!" I call.
"Hi Elle," says mum. She walks out of the living room and smiles.
"Are you OK?" I ask. She looks terrible. She's gone all pale.
"I'm fine. Just a bit tired."
"Do you want some coffee?" I ask.
"That would be great, thanks!" I walk into the kitchen and put the kettle on. While I wait for it to boil, I think about ways to ask without seeming suspicious. It's only as I'm spooning the 24th spoonful of sugar into my coffee that an idea hits me. I pick up our coffees and take them into the living room, handing mum her coffee.
"Thanks, Elle."
At least, I thought it was her coffee.
I take a sip of my coffee and choke. It's so... unsweet! At the same time, mum starts coughing. She hates sweet things.
"Ugh... how much sugar did you put in this thing? That's disgusting!"
"I think," I choke, "We've got the wrong coffee." We exchange mugs and I take a sip of my deliciously sweet coffee, washing away the taste of mum's.
"How do you drink your coffee like that?" I ask, all thoughts of L and Kira temporarily banished from my head.
"I could ask you the same thing!" She laughs.
