Fhangirl

I am siting in your classroom in the same wooden desk I flop unceremoniously into every other day (despite the lack of assigned seats, we all conform to the arrangement we've made, day in and day out) And between your phrases, your words, your letters about Poe and Puritans and pathetic spelling, I hear music. I hear the dueling lead and rhythm guitars of metal, locked in a battle of brutality for the ages, whenever you speak of the difference between fragments and sentences. When you lead a class discussion, I hear the falsetto wail and the drums of the 80s, pounding out a strange post-mortem eulogy for the days of the Sunse

Game Over A Death Note Story [MattxNear mainship] [One-sided MelloxMatt] *** Mello never understood why I spent so much time on my DS. He'd always roll his eyes whenever he saw me play, and would whine about how I 'was getting wrapped up in some sick little reality'. Pssh. It just was something I'd do to relax, to escape. It would let me tap into my own world where I was in charge. I wouldn't be Matt anymore. I'd be some hero, destined to save the world, or defeat the bad guys. In that world, I wouldn't have to worry about my friends getting shot down or anyone knowing my real name. I didn't have any emotional baggage in that world. If wo