After Jodie had headed off to class and Daria had gone to the washroom, Jane noticed a small, black notebook lying in the grass on the quad. As she picked it up, thinking one of them had dropped it, the garishly spooky silver lettering decorating the front caught her eye. The book definitely wasn't Jodie's. Daria, maybe, though Jane didn't remember seeing her with it before. Looked more Andrea's style, really. Curious, Jane surreptitiously peeked behind the cover. The book was completely blank, aside from more silvery lettering printed on the inside cover.

""The human whose name is written in this note shall die." What the heck is this?"

Thinking it was all some sort of joke, Jane decided to play along. "Hey, wouldn't it be funny if that stupid goalpost the school was dedicating to that stupid jock fell over and busted his thick skull like a watermelon?" Jane thought as she wrote the cathartic fantasy down, picturing the football player's sneering face turning into a David Cronenberg special effect.

"Tommy Sherman. Head crushed by falling goalpost."

Jane chuckled to herself for playing around with something so stupid as she slipped the notebook into her backpack and rushed to catch up with her best friend.

"Oh, my God! The goal post fell! Tommy Sherman's dead! He's dead!"

"Listen I'm going home to change and then I think I'm going to go for a run."

"I'll walk with you."

"Actually, I think I'm going to walk by myself for a little while. See you later."

Jane walked off, chewing anxiously at her lower lip, so full of guilt and religious terror it was all she could do not to scream. Once Daria was out of sight, she angrily pulled the little black book from her bag, ripped out the first page, tore it to shreds, then threw them & the rest of the book into the nearest trashcan before running home to spend the next several days locked in her room, shivering & trying desperately to convince herself that it had all been a sick coincidence.

"Guess that girl was a lot more normal than she looked..." Mused the leering, black-clad, razor-toothed demon as he reached an unnaturally long, spindly arm into the garbage to retrieve his Death Note. "This stinking town's a bust. The people here are just way too... ugh, dull! Maybe Humans aren't as interesting as I thought..." It grumbled, taking a bite out a badly bruised, half eaten apple he had discovered while questing for the book.

"What I need is a change of scenery. L.A. next, I think. Then on to Japan. They say there's lots of fun crazies in those places..."

With that, the creature spread its wings, off to sow the seeds of death, misery and fun anew.