Chapters 1, 2, and 3 have been revised. If any readers have any suggestions please feel free to review and tell me what you think. I'm willing to listen thanks.

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It was early in the evening, about seven o'clock on November of 2006. The bells of the church chimed, beautifully as their graceful song rang through the air. Rain poured from the heavens as the mumbling of thunder was heard throughout the city. Within the sounds of the rain came the padding of footsteps, belonging to that of a young woman.

She looked around the age of seventeen, a senior in high school and soon to be freshman in College. She was dressed in a long, black coat; a hood covered her head, protecting her from the cold, stinging rain. Her skin's texture was like translucent porcelain, smooth to the touch. Strands of her honey-brown hair fell from the hood, becoming covered in the mist of the rain. She was of average height and tiny framed. Her eyes were a light shade of orchid, a calm and peaceful color, but her eyes revealed a solemn look as an emotionless expression played on her lips.

She continued walking along the stoned path, away from the churchyard. Behind her stood a grave with fresh flowers placed before it. Flowers that she had left for the loved one she had lost. Today was the second anniversary of that fatal night, a night that she could never forget.

The woman looked to her watch and sighed, "Thirty-seven minutes. . ." she turned back, looking to the grave, "I'll visit again soon, Mom," she said then turned around, continuing on. As she continued on toward the gate of the church she heard a small thud over by a thicket of red, rose bushes.

"Huh? What was that?" she asked herself turning to the bush. She looked around, carefully observing the area. Her eyes stopped as something caught her attention. She walked over to the bush, kneeling down before it. She cautiously reached for the object piquing her curiosity.

It was a black notebook, "That's odd, guess someone must have left this here. . ." she looked at the front and saw the words 'Death Note' written in strange white letters. "Death Note? Weird title, wonder if the owner's name is inside?" she asked, opening the book. She didn't see a name, but did see writing inside the cover page.

"What kind of book is this? The human whose name is written in this note shall die. . ." she commented, reading the writing inside the book. As the storm began to grow worse and worse she decided it best to take it with her and look at it in the protection of her home.

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Thank you My Sublunary Soul for your review. I really appreciate the suggestions. Let me know if there's anything else that I need to work on, thanks.