Nothin' much to put here other than I don't own Deathnote, it's characters, or any of the songs that I mentioned.
(Right now Im spazzing out because tommorows homecoming and my date is a FREAK! (to put it lightly))
Lena's Second Day
Shit, my head is throbbing. I woke up slowly but painfully, grabbing my bag, I got out some Tylenols and swallowed them without water. The other two freaks' beds were already made, and I was all alone in the room. I stumbled over to the bathroom while stripping off my clothes. Even though my hair felt wet, I got in the shower anyways.
God, I feel hung over. Did I get drunk last night? I remembered punching that stupid girl in the face, and I remembered falling asleep on the bed. I pushed back my wet hair, something caught my eye. Whatever was in my hands was bright green. I felt my heart beating faster as I pulled at my hair to look at it, it wasn't black.
"Oh shit," I muttered. I quickly got out of the shower, cleared off the mirror. Staring back at me was a girl with black eyebrows and hair the color of a green highlighter. I screamed bloody murder at myself. That BITCH! She's the one who did it! I am going to fucking kill her. And that weird-ass roommate of hers, and any other punk-ass who she calls a friend. I looked at myself in the mirror. Oh God, I can't go to class like this! I started crying a little bit as I dried myself off. Then I got even madder at that prick for making me cry. Getting dressed, I put on my normal clothes, but before I left I tucked all of my hair into a black ski cap.
Ignoring the cafeteria, I went to my assigned classroom. The professor was some old graying man who looked at me as if I were the devil itself. I was used to being looked at like this, but today I was incredibly uncomfortable because of the damned hair. I stood at the front of the classroom waiting for him to tell me where I was supposed to sit. Instead he only had one thing for me;
"Young lady, hats are banned to worn during class. You may be new, but the rules still apply to you. Take off the hat." I glared at him, and sat down at the back of the classroom. He looked at me expectantly, so I snarled at him.
"Class hasn't started yet, I can do whatever I bloody well please," he looked shocked at my response, but I just sat there. A few minutes later a bell rang, and teenagers started filing into the classroom, including the stupid bitch that I punched yesterday. I felt a little satisfaction when I saw that she had a big black eye from me, but that wasn't enough. I wanted her blood.
Two guys came and sat beside me in the back of the class, one was wearing goggles around his neck, and the other was wearing leather. ALL leather. Just from looking at them, I knew that even with my green hair, I would never be as strange as them. The school bell rang again, and the teacher looked at me expectantly, showing no emotion, I yanked the cap off of my head, letting my hair fall. I heard a wave of giggles come over the entire class. I ignored the petty calls and just kept my eyes drilling through the back of that stupid girl's head.
The teacher cleared his throat and began taking role, calling the names of each little student.
"Lena Martin,"
"Alive," I called. The teacher didn't look up at me; he seemed to be having a hard time reading the list.
"Zinerva Francesca Rosalba O'Hearney?"
"Just call me Fran, please," the stupid girl said. The two boys next to me started laughing uncontrollably. I grinned slightly; this girl was just as strange and freakish as the rest of the place.
"Why hello there, Zinerva. It's nice to meet you," the Leather one called. The teacher read his name as 'Mello,' and the Goggled one was called Matt.
"At least I don't share the same name as a soft drink!" Fran called back at him. The teacher shushed us and started to lecture the class. He was talking about String Theory, which was something that I learned about long ago, so I didn't pay any attention to him. I was more preoccupied by plotting out Fran's punishment.
"Hey Lena," I heard Mello call me. I turned and stared at him darkly, he seemed to be unfazed by my death stare.
"What?"
"Do you realize that the color of your hair is something a circus clown would wear?"
"Do you realize that your clothes are something that Madonna would wear? All you need is the funnel-bra to complete it, you already look like a girl," I sneered at him. His arrogance was pissing me off, so I just flicked him off without over-thinking it.
"Bitch, you think you are so tough? How about you and settle this after class?" he challenged. I snorted, it sounded so stupid coming from him.
"Sorry, I don't do catfights."
"How about we make this interesting; I win and you have to apologize to Fran and have to be her slave for the next six weeks. What do you want if you win?" This guy is really serious. What an idiot, his ass is going to get kicked. And then I get to choose my reward.
"I'll decide that later," I brushed him off. "Shouldn't be a problem if I'm going to lose anyhow."
"Good, I'll see you after class outside of the orphanage," then he turned to Matt and started talking to him. The teacher called back at us to stop talking, I flicked him off too. Apparently, the old geezer was blind, because he didn't say anything about me. It was a nice change compared to me always getting yelled at for being 'disrespectful.'
The class went on indefinitely; I was ready to claw my eyes out because of the professor's stupid monotone voice ranting on about String Theory- basically how someone could be in two places at once. I didn't know when class was going to end; all I waited for was the bell to ring so I could get out of this hellhole. At one point in time, somebody behind me threw a paper ball at my head. I picked it up, spat on it and threw it as hard as I could at Mello's face. It didn't miss. He looked shocked that the sticky and wet paper ball made such a hard impact on him. I just smirked and turned around. I expected someone to throw something back at me, but instead Matt just leaned over to my ear and whispered.
"You've just incited the wrath of Mello; I wouldn't walk to your room alone tonight, if I were you." I didn't say anything back to him, they were already becoming too familiar with me and I was not going to stoop to their level. Instead, I put my head down and tried to sleep through the rest of the class, I still had a major headache and I was just way too bored with the lesson. At one point, I felt a piece of paper slipped under my elbow, I just brushed it onto the floor, knowing that it was from Mello.
Becoming aware that Mello might resort to even stupider tactics, such as spit balls, I pulled my head up from the desk and started drawing obscene pictures of all my least favorite classmates. One of them involved my teacher with many similar features to a frog. Then, I reminded myself of "The Breakfast Club," and thought I'd try out something. I drew a lovely sketch of a cottage with a cute fence and such; it was so adorable I wanted to puke. Then I copied what that one freaky chick did; I flung my hair over my face and started to vigorously scratch it so little bits of dandruff fell onto the picture. It made it look like in the picture it was snowing. I flung my hair back and looked at my work of art and then at Matt and Mello. They both had their mouths open in shock, and I just gave them one of those 'cutesy' smiles where you tilt your head and close your eyes as you smile. It was the perfect finishing touch.
I held it out for Matt to see, making a slight sad face.
"Don't you think it's cute?" He sat back as if the dandruff was going to attack his face, which frankly, would have been freakin' awesome. Inside of my mind, I was laughing my ass off, but on the outside I pretended to be deeply hurt. I kept that up until I noticed that Fran was asleep, I tried to think of a good punishment I could inflict on her without the two other guys getting me in trouble.
Taking a risk, I ripped up half a sheet of paper and one flake by one; I threw them at the back of Fran's head. I got about ten flakes into her hair when more flakes came from out of nowhere. I looked to the sides of me; both Matt and Mello were joining in with their own paper flakes. I gaped at both of them and they just shrugged. I thought about stopping my tormenting at that moment, but then I decided that with my combined forces, Fran would be getting paper out of her hair for weeks.
Eventually, the teacher yelled at us and we had to stop thankfully, Fran did not wake up. So when the teacher turned around to face the board to draw a diagram, we continued attacking with our paper artillery.
Finally the bell rang, I looked at the time, and it was One P.M. I was stuck in this hellhole for almost six hours. I could really feel the hunger as I exited the classroom, so I went directly to the cafeteria. Grabbing the closest food to me, I must have looked like a monster devouring everything as I walked to an empty table. I couldn't remember the last time I was this hungry, I was so preoccupied with my eating that I didn't notice that a strange little kid came and sat down by me.
It wasn't until I put down my soda that I noticed he was sitting next to me.
"Holy shit!" I cried in surprise. Then I realized that he was a kid, "I mean holy poop. Why are you sitting next to me?" I have a little soft spot for young children, so I wasn't going to go and beat this one up. He was a strange little guy, more like a tween. Except, he was ALL white; his hair, his clothes, the only thing different was his eyes, they were grayish.
"You are going to fight Mello today," he asked/stated.
"Yah, so?"
"I don't care for Mello very much; he always undermines me simply because I am smarter. That being said, I will be what they call a 'supporter' of you in the fight that is to take place." I studied his face, he looked like a little kid, but he talked and acted like an adult.
"How old are you?" I asked suspiciously.
"Fifteen," he replied as though it were nothing.
"Daaaamn," I muttered to myself. "If you don't mind me asking, do you have some kind of pituitary gland disease? Like the girl off of that horror movie 'Orphan?'"
"No, I do not have Turner Syndrome or anything of the kind. I simply have indifferent genetics, and it is not contagious," he added after I edged away from him slightly.
"Ok, so, how tough is Mello? He's just a pansy, right?"
"I would not be afraid of him; he simply has a bad attitude. One might say he's the opposite of his name."
"Hey, I never said I was scared. Don't make me have to kick your ass, you seem like a strange, freaky, little kid, and I don't want to lose sleep over knowing that I gave you nightmares. If you value your life, you will not make me go into further detail."
"My name is Near," he said and then he was silent.
"Near, my name is Lena Martin and if you want to survive in this orphanage, you had better not make me mad. Now, how did you know that I was going to fight Mello?"
"I overheard your quarrel with them during class. Although it cannot be proven, but I am fairly certain that everyone overheard the fight, save for the teacher. He seems to have a very high tolerance of mischief."
"Oh? Tell me more, please. Please notice that I said 'please,' therefore, you better tell me or I will use force."
"Around Mid-July last year, Mello actually started a fire in the back of the room. Professor Blackwell didn't even stop his lecture as we put it out. It completely ruined an empty desk, which it had to be replaced."
"Interesting," I muttered to myself, it seemed to me that I wasn't going to completely suffer during those long six hours. My situation was looking brighter and brighter by each moment. Eventually lunch ended, and Near brought me outside into the front courtyard, where I was supposed to meet Mello. A couple of people gathered and started whispering quickly when I got outside, but there was no sign of that stupid drag-queen.
"Do you think he'd chicken out of this? He's more of a p$$* than I thought he was," I said for only Near to hear. (WN- heeey, I didn't know if I would get in trouble for writing the real word b/c I haven't seen it written in anyone else's. And nothing else sounded…not fake?) Near looked almost as perplexed as I was.
"It's quite out of character for him not to be here already. Under normal circumstances, I'd predict that he would be taunting you right about now," Near admitted.
"Stay here Near," I began, but then I stopped what I was going to say. "Hey, you know what? Your name rhymes with everything! That is kind of amazing, actually. Alright, now you stay here, I am going to go look around for him. I WILL return, so don't go and try to escape just yet." Then I ran off towards the doors of the school. Peering into the entrance hall, I spotted a group of people huddled behind a large pole. Recognizing them as being Mello, Matt, Fran, that strange fanboy, and the conspiring roommate. I could tell by the way they were all huddled together that they were up to something. I closed the door slowly as to not attract their attention, and I signaled Near to come over. He walked over to me slowly, and by the time he finally made it over to me, I was ready to 'pown' him. I warned him of this, and explained that the only thing stopping me from it was that I needed his help.
"You are part of their little group, right? Well go walk up and figure out what they are up to! If they are going to cheat in some way, then I want to know ahead of time. Now, if they ask about me, say that I am probably hostile and threatened your life on multiple occasions, it's not a lie so you should be fine." I pushed him through the doors, and he went over to the group. Trusting him, I slowly closed the door again, and went back to sit underneath a tree.
As I was sitting there, I was pondering something that was bothering me. When I had pushed Near into the entrance hall, someone was missing from the group. I tried to reel through my mind the faces of the people that was part of them; hoping that I could pick out the one that missing. In movies at this time, that missing person would probably jump down from the tree and sit next to me. This thought made me suspicious, so I looked up just to be careful.
As the fanboy stared down at me, I nearly pissed my pants. Thankfully I did not scream, but I think the expression on my face gave it away. He jumped down next to me and I tried to regain my sanity.
"So, in case I didn't say this earlier; 'what the HELL?' Why the hell were you in the tree, and were you frickin' spying on me?" I demanded from him, I was about to punch him in the face, but somehow I thought he might like that.
"The others told me to come and see you; they would like you to know that Mello has every intention of coming and 'kicking your ass.' In addition, he wants me to assure that he is not going to be 'cheating' in any form or way, so you can stop peeking into the entrance as if we're going to attack at any second. Those are not my words, for the record."
"Who ARE you?" I asked in a rude tone. This guy was starting to freak me out, not only him, but everyone was acting like they wanted to be my friend. It was not something I was used to.
"BB," he replied in an icy tone. He kind of reminded me of a robot, a cold, freaky, scary-ass robot.
"Are they ever coming out? What could possibly so important that they have to make me wait outside for almost an hour?"
"If I didn't have to come outside to warn you, then you two would already be fighting by now," BB explained. "Since I had to leave, and Near went inside, they probably have to start all over."
"WHAT ARE YOU FREAKS DOING IN THERE? FORMING SOME KIND OF PACT?" I shouted. Some little kids looked over at me, but I didn't care. It was hot, I was tired, and my hair was green. "And how the hell did you get up in the tree without me noticing?"
"The others do not want me telling you ahead of time, and I climbed the tree. There is no other easier way to get up into a tree, if grasping a concept such as that is too hard for you; then perhaps you shouldn't be here." At that moment, I slapped him across the face. It made a loud and satisfying noise; he didn't even flinch, which impressed me the most. After a few more minutes, he pointed towards the doors. They were opening very slowly. Joan and Fran held them open in slow motion, I felt as if I was watching some cheesy movie. Then Near and Matt started walking out really slowly and Mello was walking behind them with a towel slung across his neck.
"Before I left, the others were trying to get ahold of a stereo so they could play 'Back in Black' while they were coming out," BB stated. His voice probably had me more scared than I was about Mello.
"So I waited out here for an hour, so they could put on some little entrance show? Fuck this," I said as I started walking towards Mello. He was looking me trying to start a staring contest; I rolled my eyes and walked up to him. "I am about to punch you, so get ready." He started grinning madly; obviously not believing me. I punched him in the face, his head fell back on impact, but he looked unfazed.
He stepped back and studied me; I was ready to hit him again when he suddenly slugged me in the stomach. It hurt, but that was all it did. I returned the favor; he didn't even try to block it in any way.
"How long are we going to keep this up?" I asked as I swiftly kicked him from the side.
"Until you get knocked out," was all he said, he accented his words with a roundhouse kick to my face. The pain stunned me temporarily, and then I realized the situation. I nodded, and charged straight at him, knocking him to the ground. With him on the ground, I punched him in the face a couple of times before he spun me over. Instead of getting a few punches in before I could tip him over, he just kept me pinned to the ground and he grabbed the neck of my shirt and yanked me up.
"Just give up would you? I don't really like hitting a girl, so I'll have to pretend you're a man. A very green, girly man," he grunted into my face as I was powerless to flip him over. He raised his fist to hit me, but at that time I knocked him over again, and instead of getting a few good punches in, I put him in a half-nelson headlock.
"Why are you fighting me? You can't seriously be that stupid," I whispered in his ear as he struggled to break free. He suddenly stopped resisting me, and flung his weight (and me) to the side. It was a good strategic move that made him have the upper hand.
"Because you have a bad attitude and you don't belong here. With luck, you'll be injured so bad that you are kicked out," he growled back. Then I heard him say something about Fran, which made me incredibly furious.
"You have GOT to be kidding me, that little prick isn't even an orphan! Her mother is still alive and the only reason she's here is because they don't want to have to pay for college." I babbled furiously, I was so pissed off that I was going to have bruises in the morning because of her. Luckily, Mello seemed shocked by this newfound fact and released me from his hold. He looked for Fran and started to approach her, I got up from the ground and walked over to where Near was standing.
"Hey, do we have any other classes today?" I asked him still watching Mello and Fran having a very expressive conversation. She looked as though she was about to cry, which made me a little happy. But somewhere deep inside me, I felt a little bad about it also.
"No, but it is highly suggested that we don't leave the campus, if that was what you were planning on doing." Near seemed to pick up on my scheme, but it didn't matter to me. I was too busy watching the scene that was occurring across the courtyard. Suddenly, when Fran looked over at me with sorrow-filled eyes, I felt really bad for watching them. So with Near following behind me, we walked into the building, ignoring the whispers of the people that were watching us earlier. As we were walking across the entrance hall, I heard the door open and close. I turned around to see BB walking towards us, please tell me he's not trying to be my friend.
"What, you need something?" I said to him as he came over and joined us.
"I am not going to stick around to watch Fran cry and people fight," he stated. There was silence as we continued walking down the hallway.
"Hey guys, where are we going?" I asked abruptly.
"I was just following you; I have no idea where we are going," Near admitted to me. BB didn't reply.
"The hell with that, I am not going to be walking any further if I don't know where I am going," I announced. I just stopped and sat down on a bench, the other two copied what I did.
"You two are mindless, you know that?" a voice came down from the hallway. I looked to see who it was; all I could see was an eerie glow of an electronic device. The voice was familiar; in fact, I recognized it as Matt's. "You both have an I.Q. over 150, and you choose to follow her?" He said as he came into focus.
"What do you want?" I asked in a slightly rude manner. As cool as he seemed, he didn't seem to like me.
"Crying girls aren't my scene, besides, I thought it would only be fair if I warned you. I wouldn't push your whole 'pissed off rebel' act anymore; people are getting really tired of it. If you want to survive in this orphanage, I especially wouldn't piss off Mello any more, next time he might actually hurt you. Also, bullying Fran around is not the way to go; in fact, if I were you, I would go and apologize to her." Matt's warnings scared me slightly, they sounded more like threats. I couldn't think of anything to say to him in return, I was hoping that my facial expression was holding up. Matt sat down on the bench with the rest of us; the only thing that was making noise was his video game.
"Room for one more?" I heard Joan call. I groaned slightly and made room for her as she came our way. When she reached us, she saw me and frowned but still sat down next to me anyways. "So, how is everyone today?" She asked in her perky little voice.
Matt grunted
BB grunted.
Near grunted.
I grunted.
"Sounds wonderful," Joan laughed. My mouth twitched slightly as I tried not to smile. Joan caught me suppressing the smile, and grinned herself. "So Matt told me about how you drew the picture of the house and used your dandruff as snow; sounds like you did a good 'Breakfast Club' impression."
I started blushing a lot; I didn't expect anyone to have seen that movie.
"Thanks," I muttered. The conversation carried on a Joan kept on asking questions or making statements in which everyone on the bench would grunt something and state something short. If I had been friends with them, I might have actually thought it was fun. But somehow I just knew that they did like being with me, so I made up an excuse to leave the bench, and for the rest of the day I avoided the lot of them. I didn't even dare look at Mello or Fran, who seemed as scared of making eye contact as I was. I went to sleep early to stop the enormous headache that was throbbing inside of my skull.
If I didn't know myself better, I'd say that I actually cared what the others think of me. Luckily, that is only the side effects of the painkiller I am taking, hopefully. I thought this to myself while trying to sleep. Finding it almost impossible to do so, I grabbed my iPod and set it to 'Lullaby' a cute little application that plays music for you and gradually gets softer until it turns off. I picked out 'Sweet Child O' Mine' by Guns 'n' Roses (a personal favorite of mine for when insomnia strikes.) Instead of hearing the first chords of what has been dubbed 'The Greatest Love Metal Song of All Time,' something of great horror and torture played through my ears.
"Hi Barbie!"
"HI Ken!"
"Do you wanna go for a ride?"
Sure Ken!"
"Jump in"
I stared at the screen of my iPod, it had the album cover for Guns 'n' Roses, and yet I was hearing what could arguably be called "The World's Worst Song." Now I KNOW that the drugs have hit my brain, there is just no WAY that I can be conscious. I hit the 'skip' button; it said that I was to be listening to "Blinded in the Fire" by The Blaqk Year. Instead the horrible words replayed through my head once again. Not taking any more chances, I ripped out my headphones and threw my iPod into the trash can. I buried my head under my pillow and forced myself to go to sleep.