This world is truly disgustungly rotten, no matter what other people tried to say or do about it. Everyone only knows how to lie and deny the reality in which they all live in. Justice has always, for the majority of the time, been dead-only somethi...
Eveything around Light 'supposedly' rots while she puts on a face of excited enthusiasm, it's all so very disgusting. She hates and won't be able to forgive herself when she is unable to change anything, or rid this-or rather, 'her' world of this pest-like, virulent evil and filth which permeates this whole world.
Light despises her pathetic helplessness; it is that which only enables her to watch on the sidelines while she skillfully pretends everything is just fine and dandy.
The wind swiftly blew into the monochromatic classroom which slowly paced itself, the cloudy weather adding to the depressive atmosphere-outside of the class, a black note book gradually fell from the skies, a brown-haired student with low twintails noticed it, and questionably hummed.
The gentle breeze nonchalantly swaying her brown, shoulder-length locks, her misty garnet eyes ever so present and lightless, biting while pursing her lips as she watched the lightly falling notebook.
Light rays harshly pierced through the cloudy weather, brightly shining upon the falling object.
"Yagami-san, could you come in front and translate this passage in English?"
The teacher's piercing question had interrupted Light Yagami's thoughts, she looked at Light with rather expectant grey eyes-her short, wavy, and black hair moderately lit by sunshine, her smile tight and contained.
Light gradually stood up from her seat, which earned her wonderous stares, leeres, and gazes-she began translating in a firm, yet smooth tone: "Despite each and everyone of thee, having lived in this rotten soil of the earthlings and demons that linger; God shall and will one day return to save yee-rescuing each of us of this seemingly unending misery, oh! Please, let us keep hoping and praying upon our knees in his care and quiet reverence."
"Good job, Yagami-san, as expected of a star student. I hope you continue threading a path like that. Now onto the significance of the passage which Yagami-san just translated-this text exactly showsnand reads to us the respect, admiration, and trust upon which these messengers and followeres vigorously thrust upon their God-"
The teacher's voice buzzes on through out the entire class after Light had thanked the teacher for the generous praise; her voice a bit robotic which added to the sameness of today as the other days.
Only God knew how long the class had already lasted, the topic and material they were learning about was what Light had already studied, gone over, and taught herself . . . all she needed to do was look at the window for the black notebook which seemed to have been gradually falling from the skies, the lightly falling object was, of course, not there.
The notebook migt not have fallen that far-most likely, it was laying halfway from the school's exit (somewhere) , if Light packs her things before the bell rings, she might find the notebook before it is stolen or misplaced by a person or whatever.
Light will give the 'fallen' notebook to whoever had lost it, that is what she had planned on and thought she should and would do.
The bell finally rang, signalling that almost two thirds of the day has already come to an end, eager and impatient students slowly flooded out the classrooms of the school.
Luckily, Light had been more than fast enough to get out of the school building and was already making her way outside the school's building, almost no student could be seen outside the school grounds, save for a few highschool boys and girls sitted at a nearby bench who blushed, gasped, and whispered at Light's sight, how annoying.
As Light made her way to the school's exit, a black notebook surrounded by dark-ish, pastel flowers was laying upon the emerald grass of the school grounds, it was as she had guessed it, halfway from the school's exit.
An onimous feeling crept upon her, the wind blew a bit harsher and was colder, the dark petals which surrounded the notebook gradually swirled away, something was clearly strange about this whole ordeal-the emptiness of the school yard, perhaps due to Light getting out of class so early amplified the eerie aura which the small book emitted and projected.
Light stayed there for a while, still and somewhat petrified in uncertainty and apprehension-her lips tightly pursed as sweat lightly slid against her cheek and slowly swallowed to cure her dry throat. Was this fear, anxiety, or her natural wariness?
Feeling this intense emotions within the span of a few moments was more unusual and out of the ordinary than this notebook should be, she thinks.
In spite of the feelings which the notebook stirred within her heart, she still reached her left hand out and picked up the mysterious notebook which seemed to have fallen from the sky.
"What is written on its front? . . . D-Death Note?"
Now, what was this? Was it some type of prank or joke from a goth student into things pertaining to the occult? Most likely. However; some eerie feeling had told her mind otherwise . . .
Was this actually a sign from some type of god-like entity?
Was this strange notebook really from the skies? How would that even work? No, someone had certainly dropped it.
. . . It looked quite normal and ordinary, but the feeling and vibe it gave off-suspicious, dangerous, and creepy.
Hmmm . . . What should I do?
Should Light really take the notebook home? . . .
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