A/N: Whatever. I don't own whatever it is I'm writing about.
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Why on earth am I doing this? Light thought to himself for about the fiftieth time. I suppose it all started with that pushy team captain…
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"Hey! Will you sign up for cross-country? We're really short on members, and if you sign up, I'll give you a muffin!"
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Well, naturally, L couldn't miss out on a muffin (Stupid L…), so they all had to join cross-country. And that was how Light, L, Near, Mello and Matt ended up on the side of some God-forsaken highway, half-naked, in full view to those driving on the road. Having to endure cat-calls and jeers was incredibly difficult after taking a 5-page history test whilst listening to the people behind you whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears.
"Hey, put a shirt on, Brownie!" Some high school girl called from her car. That did it. Light let out a cry of anguish, yelled, "I quit!" and stomped off.
The others exchanged looks and continued on. A mutter of, 'Good riddance,' could be heard.
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Again, my sister's idea. I haven't used my own ideas in a while…