Author's Note: I'm back and bringing another awesome story into your lives! Hehe… XD It's not gonna be about the Kira case for awhile but I will get there! For now, all the situations are from my imagination. Enjoy

*I do not own Death Note or any of it's characters

PART 1

Flashback:

"Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls. Every time that you lose it sing it for the world!

Sing it from the heart, sing it til you're nuts! Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts!

Sing it for the deaf, sing it for the blind. Sing about everyone that you left behind!

Sing it for the world, sing it for the world!"

As the song ended, laughter echoed through the car. "Now that's a song I haven't heard in forever," chuckled my mother. She was a true MCR fan at heart.

My dad's belly shook as he laughed. It reminded me of Santa in those Christmas specials on t.v.

"You sure loved that song, didn't you Katy." He wasn't like my mother and I, loving MCR and every other emo song out there. But he did sing along, mostly because he loved seeing the smile on my mother's face. That's what he use to tell me.

"Always, Lawrence, I always will." Her smile lifted our spirits as we headed home. We were going to a baseball game, but it got rained out before we could get there.

Driving down the road, rain pounded harder causing it more and more difficult to see. Mom squinted her eyes as she gripped the steering wheel.

"Hey Wendy, wanna help me make brownies when we get home. You know, to make up for the baseball game." My mother always knew how to make us feel better.

"I'd loved to!" I smiled as Dad chuckled.

"While you two are doing that, I'll see if we can find a baseball game on t.v that's not rained out," Dad said. Him and his baseball games, can never go a day without watching one. I smiled at the thought.

"Don't worry Dad, I'm sure we'll find one," I laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Squeezing it, he gazed out the window.

"I love you Wendy," he said.

"Me too," Mom chimed in. She looked at me through the rearview mirror, eyes twinkling. Mom always said I was an optimist, always looking for an upside.

"I love you guys, too. I always wi-"

CRASH! A truck came roaring down the wrong side on the road, hitting us straight on.

End of Flashback*

The doctors told me it was a miracle I'd survived. Yeah, it's a miracle for me, a thirteen year old, to live while my parents died. At least they're in heaven now…

I sat quietly in my plane seat, gazing out the window. The clouds drifted around us, like fluffy cushions. I really wanted to reach my hand out the window and touch one. Maybe even lay on one and watch the stars at night. Of course, none of that was possible.

England was a long ways from Minnesota. America, that is. It was hard enough losing my parents just a couple days ago. Now I have to move across the world to a grandfather I didn't even know existed. I thought my parents were the only ones left in my family.

In the airport, I gripped the handle of my rolling blue suitcase. The only things in here were some clothes, pictures of my parents and me, and some other personal items. The rest Grandfather said he would provide for me.

Tapping my feet impatiently, I looked frantically around me. No sign of an old man standing alone. How wonderful. He's late.

Just as I turned to go to a clerk at a nearby desk, an elderly voice spoke beside me. "Wendy? Wendy White?" Turning around, I saw a grey haired old man with glasses. He was wearing a suit and a brown hat.

As he said my name, I nodded. Holding out my hand, I thanked him. "Thank you, sir, for taking me in." Shaking my hand, he chuckled, sounding just like my mother. Tears were forming in my eyes at the thought of her and Dad.

The old man noticed, then he pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry," he whispered. I sniffled.

"I'm sorry too."

In the limo (I couldn't believe he has a limo!), I relaxed in the passenger seat. Glancing at him, I tilted my head. "What should I call you? Grandfather, sir, old man, gramps, oh great and powerful grandpa…?" Giving me a side glance, he chuckled and shook his head.

"No my dear. None of that is really necessary. Just call me Wammy. That is my last name; Quillish Wammy." I nodded. Quillish Wammy? Sounded interesting.

Arriving at a church like building, I pulled my suitcase out of the backseat. Kids were outside playing and laughing together. Some were swinging and playing in the flowers. There were kids of all ages and sizes. Wammy said it wouldn't be hard for me to find a friend here. Here at Wammy's House.

On the top floor, Wammy brought me to my room. It wasn't too small, but it wasn't too big either. In the middle… cozy.

Throwing my suitcase on my bed, I started unpacking after Wammy left. On a dresser I put all my photos of my parents and me. Then I tucked away the photo album in a drawer.

Hanging my clothes, which wasn't much, in my closet, I noticed an envelope on my bed that I hadn't noticed before. Opening it up, I realized there was money in it. And a note: "Please use for clothes and other necessities. -Wammy." I smiled at my grandfather's generosity. Now I know where my mother got it from.

Deciding that I'd ask him to take me to town later, I placed the envelope in my photo album for safe keeping.

The clock rang. It was supper time. After brushing my hair, I rushed down the stairs. At the bottom, I turned a sharp corner. Only to crash into someone and fall to the ground.

"Ah!" I yelped. After a moment, I looked over at the other person. It was a boy my age with black shaggy hair. And red eyes. I quickly noticed the red eyes.

Picking myself up, I held a hand towards the boy. "Need help?"

With a scowl, he brushed my hand away. "No thanks," he said, with a sharp tone in his voice. "I'm not helpless." Slowly, he got up from the wooden floor.

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't say you were."

Again, he scowled. As he turned to walk away, I called behind him. "I like your eyes. They're cool." Before he could respond, I walked away, into the lunch hall.

I stood, clutching my tray, wondering where to sit. Maybe I'll just sit in a corner like I did that one year at camp. Camp was rough. Everyone but me had friends there. Just like here.

But before I could reach the corner, a hand seized my arm and yanked me into a seat. At the table was the kid I'd ran into earlier. This is not what I expected.

"Hey, you like jam?" he asked me.

"Yeah, but only strawberry. Grape tastes disgusting." He smirked. Digging his fingers into a jar of it, he devoured the jam. Obsessed much?

Across the table sat another boy. "Hey," I said.

"Hey," he said back.

Rolling his eyes, the boy next to me gulped down his jam. "Let's get introductions over with." Pointing at the kid across from me he said, "That's A," then he pointed at himself, "and I'm B. You can call me BB if you want though."

I nodded. "I'm We-" A paused me.

"Don't tell us your real name. Just an alias." I blinked at him. He shrugged. "You look new so I wasn't sure if you knew."

"Oh, um, thanks for telling me." Wammy did tell me something about it in the limo, but I didn't pay much attention. I thought a moment. When I created my new name, I smiled. "I'm Winter Wonderland." B nodded approvingly.

"So, Winter, where are you from?" A asked.

"America."

"Do they have jam in America?" B asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Duh."

I spent the whole supper eating and talking with A and B. They were pretty cool, for a pair of boys.

"Uh, there's also one more thing you should know about me," I told them. They leaned closer. "I'm Wammy's granddaughter."

"What? No way! I didn't know he had a granddaughter," B exclaimed, mouth full of jam.

"To be honest, I didn't even know I had a grandfather until my parents died, just a few days ago." A nodded sympathetically.

"It gets better, don't worry." With a smile he added, "Besides, you've only been here for an hour and you've already made two friends."

My eyes twinkled with hope. "Really? You mean it?" A nodded with a smile. Glancing at B, I bit my lip.

Swallowing the rest of his jam, he sighed. "Whatever. But you're not getting any of my jam." A and I laughed.

Suddenly, a door to the lunch hall creaked open. A girl around my age slid through. Same length as my blonde hair, she had orange/ginger hair and green eyes. The girl was wearing a red shirt and jeans.

"Hey, who's that?" whispered B.

I shook my head. "No idea."

"Must be new," added A.

"Well," I said, standing up, "I'm going to talk to her." B and A watched me silently as I got up and walked over to her. She held her hands behind her back, and I thought she was holding something. Ignoring it, I stood in front of her.

"Hello. I'm Winter. I'm new here too so I was wondering if y-"

With a devilish smirk, she shoved a piece of cake that was hidden behind her back right in my face. With a laugh, she yelled throughout the lunch room. "Food fight!" The whole room erupted.

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