N'kay, sorry I didn't update this one sooner. I had to go over to San Antonio and that meant no computer.
I do not own Death Note or Matt or Near or Mello, ect.
"Momma, why is he doing this!?" Salty tears started to fall from the little boys eyes as a strong pair of greasy hands pinned him down. He called out to the tall blond lady standing in the corner of the room again. "Momma! Make him stop! Please!" the little boy started to struggle under the older mans weight as the disgusting stench of alcohol hit his nostrils.
Suddenly the smell went away as the crying boy saw that his mother was trying desperately to claw the drunken man off of him. "It's okay sweetie! Mommy is-" Wham! And the woman fell onto the floor while the pale boy coward in fear as his dad slowly turned around with a demonic smile on his face and mumbled, "That bitch got what was coming to her…" He began to walk over to the boy who was in shock at the sight of his mother on the wooden floor, bleeding from the head and turning blue and her eyes growing dull and grey. He gasped as a large hand pushed on his chest that was about to crush his lungs. Out of instinct, he yelped at the unwanted touch and started to cry for help while the drunk slowly unbuttoned his shirt…
I woke up from my nap with a gasp. I played the whole dream over in my head again while rubbing my head that was soaked with sweat. I've had that dream many times and most people would think that the terrible memories of that wretched night would fade away and not scare me, but every time seemed more horrible. I wiped my head on my white sleeve and looked over to the digital clock on my nightstand. My so-called 'nap' was a good four hours. I knew that because my clock read in its simple numbers 9:15. Lethargically, I got up from my creaky bed, changed out of my sweaty shirt, and went down for dinner.
Usually the actual dinnertime for most people would be around seven or eight, but here it started exactly at nine because some of the older kids, like Mello, would have extra classes like art, reading, or a foreign language. It was kind of like an elective only it was taken more seriously and lasted for about two hours. I don't want to sound like a stalker, but I found out recently that Mello took athletics (were all you do is run, so I don't know why anyone would join) and Spanish, while his friend Matt took I-tech and was forced to be in Spanish with Mello. My electives would kick in when I turned eleven and at the time I was ten, so I had to figure out what to take. I planned to take something that wasn't tiring and then one that the blond would be in like French or…maybe he would take Spanish again. I'll have to find out.
Quickly, I walked down the stairs hoping to see Mello at the dinner table. To my luck, he was. My walking began to slow down as I saw that he looked putout. The only thing that gave it away was his frown and the fact that he was vigorously attacking his piece of chicken. It actually looked a little funny. I grabbed a small piece of glazed chicken, a scoop of corn, and a baked potato that I knew I wouldn't finish, but it looked good and sat down at the table, two seats away from the angry blond. It wasn't that noisy because I had come late and that made me happy. It was the perfect time to try and talk to Mello!
I took a little bit of chicken and looked over at the blond. I started to have more conflicting thoughts, wondering if it would be a smart idea to talk to him when he was angry. Plus, he loathed he. Even when he wasn't in a mood he still wouldn't talk to me. Then again, I would just ask him a question. What harm would that do?
I scooted a little closer, thinking of what to say. I should keep my usual cool…I thought, but it was hard. We were basically alone. Even Matt wasn't there, which was odd. Then I concluded that the reason Mello was mad was because he and Matt had gotten into a fight, most likely. Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of joy knowing that I had him all to myself wether he liked it or not. I swallowed the chicken and tried to start.
"Uh…hi Mello." The latter jumped a little and looked in my direction, his frown deepening much to my dismay. "What the hell do ya want, Near? Can't you see I'm eating?" That bit of joy in my heart went away, but I still continued the 'talk'. "Yes, I can see that. But I wanted to ask you something." His angry face almost disappeared and in its place, confusion. "Well I can't say I mind until I know what you want to ask. So shoot." That happiness came back like roller coaster and I continued. "I just want to know what electives you will take next year." Mello's confusion left as he asked, "Why do you care? Why should I tell my rival my electives as if we were having a polite conversation?" He took a piece of the chicken in his mouth again, leaving me to think of an answer that wouldn't sound like I was trying to get into the same class as him. "Umm…well it would be my first year of being able to take an elective, so I was wondering if you could tell me what class would be the best for me."
Mello stopped chewing his chicken as he froze, in shock that I was, to put it bluntly, asking for his help. He gave a little smirk in my direction that always made me feel warm and said snidely, " So you need help, do ya?" he put down his fork and put his golden hair behind his ear as he thought. I then began to wonder if he would answer me truthfully. He knew I couldn't run to save my soul, so athletics was out of the question. Mello looked over to me again and I realized I felt strangely warm in the face. "Why are you red?" he asked. I put my cold hand up to my cheek, trying desperately to hide my flushed face. "May you just answer my question?"
Mello gave a 'humph' and continued. "I will take athletics again and most likely force Matt to be in French with me. I'm getting tired of Spanish." He thought for a few seconds again and said; "I suggest you take something easy. If you pick a foreign language, you shouldn't take Spanish. I can't picture you of all people talkin' 'seniorita' and all that stuff." He finished off his chicken and started to sit up from the cushion chairs. "Is that all?" he asked, looking down at me. I tried to cool off by taking a sip of my apple juice and replied, "No. T-thank you."
As I watched him walk away, I admired how gracefully he walked, one foot in front of the other. I snapped put of my dreamy state and continued to eat the cold food, a tinge of happiness in me. My feelings got the better of me as I began to think. Maybe he told me not to take Spanish because he wanted me to be in French with him! Maybe he does like me!
I got up from the empty table, threw away my half eaten food, and walked up to my room again. As I opened the door, I could see a DVD case on my bed. I walked over to it and smiled as I realized it was 'The Lost Boys' movie. Quickly, I put the disc in my T.V as I plopped down on my bed, making it creak. Turning off my lamp to set the mood, I fast forward to where I had left off.
Sam, Allen and Edgar had just stabbed the vampire Marko making blood pour everywhere. I gave a look of disgust at the sight and laid down on my bed. The movie was great. After they killed Marko they had all left over to Sam and Michaels' house were they had put garlic in water, put holy water inside water guns and got wooden stakes. What surprised me was that even after they killed what they thought was the head vampire, David, it turned out that the man Diane Wiests' character was dating was the head vampire, and their grandpa ran into the house with his car, only to kill the head vampire by shoving him through a huge piece of wood.
Before I knew it, it was 10:45 and I wasn't even tired. It was probably because of my long nap I had not to long ago. Because of my curfew, I stayed in my dark room playing with one of my dice, turning it, counting the dots, and sometimes putting it in my mouth like a child would do. Even though I always felt like this, tonight I really felt alone. I finally had talked to Mello, I watched the rest of my favorite movie, so why wasn't I happy? Maybe I was just spoiled. Or maybe I just wanted to talk to Mello even more now that I knew how to approach him. It was most likely the latter. I walked over to my bed and forced myself to go to sleep, attempting to think of something that would make me feel a little happy. After about ten minutes I found something.
I know what elective to take next year…
Done with that. I'm hungry. I'll update laterz.
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