Hello my name is Alice and this is my first story.

Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice. (wished I did though)

Story...START!

Screeeech... (Car doors opens) "I'll see you later Hotaru." a girl with braided chestnut hair said. "See ya, Mikan." said the raven haired beauty named Hotaru as they walked in different directions. They were in Alice Academy. An academy that was famous for having two courses but only one of the two really stood out, Famous, the entertainment course. The course were teenage stars are taught academics and other things needed for future life.

{~Mikan~}

I entered the building and headed out toward the principles office. The halls were quiet, too quiet. I went into the main office. There sat a middle-aged woman who looked like she was 25 with chocolate brown hair, and glittering pink eyes. "Um..., I'm here for my schedule pick up." I said. "Oh! Sorry, please wait a moment." She opened up a cabinet draw on her left and took a file out. "Sakura Mikan, right?!" "Yes, that would be me." "Okay, I am Ms. Yamato, the secretary here is your class schedule, your classroom is class 1-A. Here is a map of the school ground just in case you get lost. And here is your uniform." She said in one breath and grabbing the packet of clothes under her desk. "Thank you." I replied politely.

"Wait!" the secretary called out but I just ignored her and I moved on to my classroom to see no one in it, even the teacher. Then I saw a sign on the board saying 'Today there is a festival in the field house. All students please gather in the field house.' Ugh! How annoying and on my first day too. I went out of the room to find Ms. Yamato beside me panting. "Oh..., Miss Sakura,... there you are...Shall I bring... you... to the field house." She said in between breaths. I stood there and sweat-dropped at her. Wow. Then remembering what she said I replied,"Thank you for the offer but with the map you have given me I will be fine." After saying that I looked at the map and headed for the field house leaving the panting secretary there sprawled on the floor.