Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice. It's the truth, even if it pierces my heart every time I say that.


Class was in session and 17 year old Mikan Sakura was standing in the front of the class. Her left hand on her hips, her legs slightly parted while her right hand pointing to the boy sitting next to the stereo, she flicked her right hand and said, "Hit it".

Loud music filled the room, crazy beats resonating from the speakers, she began to dance to the music. Popping and locking with ease to match the beat, she showed just how well she could control her body. Everyone present just stared in awe. This is part of their assignment for their class and Mikan never seem to amaze them every time.

Soon, the five minutes song ended. Visibly sweating and a little out of breath, she politely bow down to signify the end of her presentation and walked back to the back of the class where Misaki and Tsubasa are sitting. On her way, she was welcomed with "Great job!" and various other encouraging words from her lovely classmates, and a hug from Misaki.

"You've really got to teach me how to do that." Tsubasa said, while giving her a noogie once he got hold of her from Misaki. Yelping in pain and struggling, "Bullshit, you can do that too. And stop doing that, I think my head is about to fall off".

Sympathising the poor girl and afraid that Misaki was going to hit him anytime soon –if her glares were any indicator, he let go and gave a pout, to pacify both the girls from punching the daylights of him. "Yeah, but I can never do it as good as you can. It's unfair that me, your senior, cannot do it."

Intending for a dramatic ending, he threw himself at Misaki and said, "Ne, we seniors have it hard, don't we?" while giving her his most charming smile. Getting annoyed and slightly embarrassed by his flirtatious attitude, Misaki punch him right on his head. "What are you talking about? You're just stupid, don't dragged me in with your stupidity. Right, Mikan?"

Tilting her at just the right angle, Mikan looked up, looking totally innocent and said, "No comment?" Unsatisfied by her response, or rather lack of it, the two continued arguing over who was right, dragging Mikan along with it, intending for an answer to their question.

The presentations and class continued peacefully, totally disregarding the three that were making a ruckus at the back of the class, the day could not get any more normal.

But of course, good things don't last forever.

Throwing a child-like tantrum, Mikan grabbed both Misaki and Tsubasa hands and shake it around like a child would do to their parents and started whining.

"Gosh, I cannot believe that Special Class is going to end now. That means that I've got to go back to Normal Class and face those people–" spitting the word out like it was poison "–it's so unfair, why do you guys have to be two years older than me? If you guys were younger, we can be in the same class and I don't have to face them alone. Also, Hotaru doesn't like to be seen with me, since she's in the Technical Class. It's unfair that I'm the only one from Special Class while they have a whole clutter of their own kind to hang out with. But I guess that just means that not everyone is capable to enter the Special Class like us."

After waiting for Mikan to finish venting out, Misaki asked, "You done now?" Nodding, Mikan breathily replied, "Yeah, pretty much", obviously still a little out of breath from her speech earlier.

Then, in unison, Misaki and Tsubasa said, "Good! Now, go show them what we, Special Class students are made of." Pumped up by their energy, Mikan agreed and happily walked to her class, leaving her seniors to find their own class.

A block away from her classroom, Mikan slowed down her pace, dreading a little to face her classmates. Glancing at her watch, she knew that she was going to be late if she continued at this pace.

Taking in a deep breath, she pick up her pace again and started into a jog. Ah, what the heck when she have her Special Class classmates to fall back on? Who cares about those snobbish people anyway?


Author's Note: The idea just plopped into my head and tada! Anyway, tell me what you think about it.