Figuring you could improve the world in just a small way by returning it, you decide to pick it up and see if someone at school or in McDonald's lost it. When you pick it up, you notice that on the cover of the book, "Death Note" is written. You figure someone is looking for trouble as you walk in to get your breakfast. Looking around, you see nothing but senior citizens looking for a bite, some with their grandchildren. You figure none of them would own this book, so you ask the girl who takes your order to check if anyone who works there lost a black notebook. When she gives you your order, she informs you everyone behind the counter hasn't lost anything.
You eat the sandwich quickly and drink the coffee on the walk back to school. You think, 'A cover like this could get a person in trouble these days, and I'm unliked enough as is. I should probably look for something that tells me who owns this so I can skip over the faculty." Looking through the book, you notice the only thing written in it is a 67 page guide entitled, "How to use it." Upon completing the reading, you have arrived back at school in time to hear the first bell with the realization that this book's previous own doesn't intend to get it back. The 67 pages bottom line to this notebook can kill a person if someone writes their name in it while thinking about their face, they can control the cause and details of death, and it's the property of Shinigami (gods of death).
"What a perfectly good waste of time and money for such a stupid prank," you think out loud. "If this was real, there would be a Shinigami following me, which there isn't," you punctuate this by taking a quick look around, proving that nothing is following you. You hide the Note in your bag as you run to your first class, which today is...what is your first class today? You quickly pull out your schedule and let out a loud, "Damn it!" as you notice your first class today is Calculus, with Ms. Patterson, a 40 year-old virgin who you call the wicked bitch of the west. Her life is miserable, so she makes everyone's lives miserable to cope, and she never takes a sick day. You always joke with Amanda, the girl who sits next to you in Calculus, that since she follows the rules to the letter, contradictions and all, she must roll up the rule book every night and use it as a dildo.
Outside your class, you run into Amanda, and realize you're late, since Amanda is ALWAYS late to this class. Opening the door, you're both greeted to, "You're late, see me after school," from Ms. Patterson.
Taunting this woman into a frenzy is always a high point in your day, but you don't get the chance very often. Today's reply, "No we're not, the school's clocks are fast, it's not our fault the school doesn't run on normal time."
"Alright, ," she responds. "Lose the attitude and get to your seat."
"What attitude? I stated a fact," you reply calmly.
"Sit down before I send you to the dean!" Ms. Patterson snaps. You'd love to play a game of back and forth, it would certainly break the monotony of your life, but the dean isn't where you want to be during your one class with the gorgeous Amanda. The only thing that gets you through this class is talking to her and thinking about her fulfilling your sexual fantasies.
As class drags on, the glances you pass at Amanda not cutting it today, you think back to the notebook in your bag. You know it's fake, but you can't help but think the idea wouldn't be that bad right now, no one would miss Ms. Patterson, there are a dozen years worth of suspects if anyone suspected murder, and the default cause of death, a heart attack, wouldn't be suspected by too many, if any. You think, 'What the hell, it could take out some frustration,' as you pull out the notebook. You pull out her class syllabus, which has her full name on it, and write "Sharon Patterson," on the first page, and you count to forty seconds with the clock on her wall. At the forty second mark, you hum the tune, "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead," until Ms. Patterson falls against the wall, clutching her heart. As she hits the floor, one of the other students runs over to check her, and says, "She's dead." |