

Ch. 8 KyleeNear placed the last piece of his new puzzle down and looked out a window at the park. He stared at the children in the park. Children with parents. With families, with friends. With someone to love them. He felt the jealousy well up inside of him, and he choked it back down. Three years ago he had made a promise to himself not to show his emotions, not to let them get to strong, not to care about anything. It was the way for him to survive in this world, and become L's successor. He didn't need any distractions. He slowly moved the solved puzzle aside and started stacking wooden blocks. He looked again out the window, but not at the park. HeCh. 8 Kylee


Ch. 7 BirthdayIt had been three years since Mello had come to be a Wammy..no, over three years. Mello couldn't believe how fast everything had gone by..He was almost 13 now. His birthday was the next day. Over the years, Mello had risen up to being second in the house, below Near. Matt had become third, not being able to be even close to Mello. Mello found himself disliking Near more and more each day. He just couldn't pass Near..He'd always be about two marks behind. It pissed him off. He needed to be the best, he always was the best with his brother. He was to used to it. It bugged him that he couldn't pass Near, and the runt was younger than him. Near hCh. 7 Birthday


Ch. 6 ObsessionNear sat in his room, alone, as always. He stared down at his English book, not reading it at all. He should have been studying, but he couldn't focus. Mello was now in his classes, the classes for the top 20 people in The Wammy's House. Over the past 6 months Mello had been there, he'd been catching up to Near quickly. Near could already tell Mello was used to being the top person, the best. He started twirling some of his white hair.Ch. 6 Obsession
(I wonder what type of person Mello is...I can't help but think about him, wonder how brilliant he really is. Is he like me? Will everyone start to hate him because of his brilliance? Like they hat
Devious Comments
--
I'm
the one...
the amazing...
the only...
VAMPIRE PIRATE NINJA
fear meeee....
--
There's a rage in my trousers.........................and you're invited.
--
There's a rage in my trousers.........................and you're invited.
DN rocks mah soxorz.
LOL yur webcam XDDD
--
I'm
the one...
the amazing...
the only...
VAMPIRE PIRATE NINJA
fear meeee....
--
*bijarr: nicole you are as straight as a rainbow
*bijarr: curving over two guys doing it
..hah
--
There's a rage in my trousers.........................and you're invited.
--
orange juice is yellow
c:
--
its a riddle,wrapped inside a mystery,in an anigma. o3o
--
gee,she must have some kind of fatty fetish.
i guess you were right,she only wanted him for his jelly rolls.
D|
inorite?
--
There's a rage in my trousers.........................and you're invited.
I TOTALLY JUST NOTICED YOUR FAV. BAND!!!!
xDDDD
--
its a riddle,wrapped inside a mystery,in an anigma. o3o
--
gee,she must have some kind of fatty fetish.
i guess you were right,she only wanted him for his jelly rolls.
D|
--
There's a rage in my trousers.........................and you're invited.
--
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
That, little boy, is how babies are made -- Will Ferral (Blades Of Glory)
--
There's a rage in my trousers.........................and you're invited.
--
Never knock on Death's door: ring the bell and run away! Death really hates that!
[link]
but... just a question. how long did it take you to get so good???
--
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
That, little boy, is how babies are made -- Will Ferral (Blades Of Glory)
D:
you really shouldn't compare yourself to others :c
you'll improve with time c:
--
There's a rage in my trousers.........................and you're invited.
--
There's a rage in my trousers.........................and you're invited.
--
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
That, little boy, is how babies are made -- Will Ferral (Blades Of Glory)
--
Never knock on Death's door: ring the bell and run away! Death really hates that!
[link]
--
Never knock on Death's door: ring the bell and run away! Death really hates that!
[link]
--
Never knock on Death's door: ring the bell and run away! Death really hates that!
[link]
Previous Page1234 Next Page