This is going to be a weird assignment. Why Mr. Edman wants us to start keeping a journal, I don't know. As of right now, it's going to be awkward as all hell knowing that each of my thoughts and secrets will be written right here in this composition notebook, accessible by anyone.
All I know is I don't like it. Thank God this is only for two weeks.
He says to write down everything we feel at the end of the day. I'm supposed to take fifteen minutes each night, start writing things down and then just let my mind wander. In some respects, it seems like it's going to be easier than it is. In others, it seems harder. I guess I won't know until I start.
For the reader who will never read this, I am Mihael Keehl, better known as Mello.
God, I'm an idiot. I just put down my given name. Oh well, all the more reason for me to protect this thing with my life.
As I was saying, I'm Mello. Right now, on the second of August in the year 2004 at 7:24 P.M., I'm fourteen years old, but I'll be fifteen in exactly one-hundred and thirty-three days. That translates to December thirteenth. I may be young, but I've the mind of a genius, earning me my second-place spot at Wammy's Orphanage for Gifted Children. If you don't know what that is, well, then you're reading the wrong assignment.
I'm Catholic. I don't know exactly why I felt I needed to point that out, but I did and I am. I almost always have my rosary with me, and I've got this neat little cross bracelet L gave me on one of my first Christmases here. I wear it all the time and only take it off to shower—which I should be doing right now.
In any case, this is the first week of my first semester of Psychology here at Wammy's. I'd like to think I know a thing or two about reading people, knowing how they think and act. I just really hope our teacher knows what he's doing.
As for my feelings. Well, right now I'm feeling pretty impartial. I kind of just want to get all of my homework done and out of the way, take a nice, hot shower, and go to bed. I don't exactly know what Edman wants for this or how much he wants; he never really specified past the whole "thoughts" thing. Thoughts and only thoughts: not just arbitrary and boring outlines of what we did throughout the day.
I guess I could say that today, I aced my Chemistry test. What teacher has tests on Monday mornings? Mrs. Reyvine, that's who. It doesn't really matter anymore, I guess. The test is over and I got a good grade on it.
Did you know that sodium reacts extremely violently with oxygen? It'll explode on contact with oxygenated air. I say it's worth playing around with, but maybe that's my inner pyrotechnic.
… I really hope Edman doesn't want to read this…
So it's been a full month now since I've put anything out. I began this project just after ending my first big Death Note story, Score One, and now I think it's high time I share it with all of you!
I know the first chapter is short, but I promise you, this is only a prologue. His entries will get progressively longer. ;)
Estimated seventeen chapters. See you next week!
~The Nearly Missed
P.S.: Reviews will always and forever make my days.