Nothing to say up here in the memo that NO ONE READS. Except that I changed the rating from K+ to T. I think that K+ is a little mild for this story... xDDD
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, people. This wouldn't be on FF if I did.
December 16
Matt, Near, and I have decided to run away from Wammy's. Actually, I was the one who did most of the deciding. Matt just said sure when I asked him. I don't know if he was really listening, considering he had his nose stuck in a GameBoy Advance, but I needed him to come along.
I asked Near to come too. (Mainly so me and Matt could cannibalize him if we ran out of PBJs, but he doesn't know that. We didn't think it would go over too well, so we didn't tell him.)
We're packing right now.
By we I mean Matt. He's doing most of the packing. And I also made him sneak down to the kitchen and steal food out of the fridge. Maybe I'll be a slave driver when I grow up.
Anyway, are you wondering why we're running away?
(Well, if you are, you shouldn't be, because this is obviously not your journal. But I'll tell you anyway because it's pretty impressive you even found this thing, considering I have a super-secret hiding place. Even though to open it up and read it you must be a real nosy ass.)
We're going to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.
I know. I'm such a genius.
So here's the game plan:
1. Bust out of this stupid orphanage.
2. Track down Roald Dahl.
3. Interrogate him with questions about the factory.
4. Infiltrate the factory and assassinate Charlie.
5. Enslave the Oompa-Loompas and force them to make more chocolate.
Okay, we're all packed now. I'm tying up bed sheets (just pausing to write this), so we can all climb out the window.
The bed sheets are all tied now.
"Where are we going?" Near keeps asking.
I kind of want to say, "All in due time, my child, all in due time," but that would make me sound like an old man.
OMMFG! I almost forgot my chocolate stash. But I won't take all of it, because we may have to come back to get more supplies.
Now we're packed and ready to go. I'll write more later.
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Near, Matt, and I have decided to spend the first night right outside Wammy's gates to get used to living outdoors, which means our escape hasn't really begun yet. (I'm using the light from a street lamp to see what I'm writing right now.)
Actually, we're only spending the night here because Matt's GameBoy is dead and there weren't any AA batteries in the basement. So really we're just waiting for Roger to get some more.
Anyway, Near looks like he always does, except maybe a little bit more irritated. After all, I guess Matt and I did kind of force him to come along… but that's okay, because he's our emergency food source. There are sacrifices that must be made, if and when the time comes.
Matt is sulking because he'll have to go through the whole night without his game. You know, I really can't relate to that guy.
Well, I'm kinda afraid of homosexual pedophiles, so I'm going back to the campsite. Except it's not a campsite, it's just a regular-sized tent with three sleeping bags.
See you tomorrow, whoever's reading this (even though you really shouldn't be, you know).
Sincerely,
Mello (whose hair is going to be very messy in the morning)
Before you give me a flame saying that Roald Dahl is deceased, think about how this first story arc would end if given that fact. Because I know the guy is not among the living anymore. So just go along with it.
My sister is singing "Don't Forget" by Demi Lovato right now. Imouto-chan cannot sing.
Anyway, please review! I need feedback. I only finished this chapter today because someone just reviewed not too long ago. xD So REVIEW!!!!!1!!11!!!!one!!!!!!!!!!