Claire Poncherrii presents...
The first chapter of:
~Words Beginning With L~
An original Gakuen Alice fan fiction.
Dedicated to...
Leenoy (Little-Miss-Giggle), one of the strongest girls I know,
Dr. Anna (My Hopeless Romantic), my psychologist (a nut treating a nut, lol),
and
Kristina (ma meilleure amie), the most lovable whore in the country.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice, but I do own this fanfiction... so any plagiarizers will suffer all levels of hell and up again, and down again. Understood? Good.
A/N: Wow, how many months has it been? Ten? Eleven? Now, my dear readers, let's consider this a normality comeback after the huge amount of studying for the SAT II and AP exams coming up. Hopefully, posting this will make me feel less stressed (?). Please enjoy this story. I hope you become to love this as much as I do :) Let's pray that I'll update this ASAP! Read and review!
CHAPTER ONE: LIFE
I've officially suffered from onset insomnia since I turned eleven. Ever since I was little, I had trouble falling asleep, but it was when I turned eleven when I realized that I it wasn't normal for children to go to bed at four in the morning and still not fall asleep. I found out that I couldn't sleep for more than one hour, and falling asleep was even harder.
So I was constantly tired and sometimes had panic attacks when I was stressed in anyway.
Don't get me wrong- I'm a normal fourteen year old girl. I had tons of friends and started to get treatment when my parents and my doctor realized that my insomnia was not a temporary rebellious stage, but was actually something over twenty million people in the world suffered from. It was something that could be treated with medication.
But I didn't really want to take them. Then again, I had to in order to live life normally. So I entered a private middle school two years ago after being bullied by other girls for stealing attention by wearing pretty dresses. It's not my fault my mom liked dressing me up. I'm not the type of person to wallow over the past, but I really wished my parents had let me go to Tachibana from the beginning, rather than go to a public middle school. I'm not saying that public middle schools were bad, but I didn't fit in there. I got bullied if I wore a designer brand my mom loved, or if I performed too well in orchestra. They even called me an ugly, spoiled brat.
Hey, I'm not ugly! Don't get the wrong I idea. I think I'm passably pretty. After all, both my parents were attractive. It's not like the child of two beautiful people could be considered ugly. But then again, I only looked somewhat pretty when I popped the "snooze" pills. During vacation or when I just didn't feel like taking a pill or two, the next morning, I'd show up in school like hell. In fact, I'd go through hell even if I took benzodiazepine (try saying that three times fast); I'd sometimes feel even more tired than if I didn't.
But when I didn't feel tired, I felt high and had panic attacks. I had panic attacks right after waking up if I had been lucky enough to fall asleep. The whole idea of being gone from the world for over an hour was foreign to me, as it was foreign to a normal person if he or she stayed awake for twenty hours straight every day.
When I was thirteen, we watched a video about drug addicts in health class. I didn't want to become a druggie, but it seemed like I was heading toward that way, even if my reason to depend on stupid sedatives was medical.
I was pretty much constantly tired. It was really hard to keep up with my friends' hang outs and all when I didn't take my benz. At my old school, we had a sleep-away camp, and it was the time that I thought popping pills were normal, and not something that was scorned by society.
But when Mikan Sakura, the girl who was outgoing and atheletic was actually taking drugs, then the whold gossipping grape vine would find out. Boy, were those mean girls who dumped water on me on daily basis so happy to get rid of me.
Both my classmates and I thought that Mikan Sakura would never have a normal life again.
At least that's what I believed before entering Tachibana Private Middle School. There, I met friends who didn't know I had medical problems. I don't think they would even care if they knew. But I didn't tell them. Why tell if they don't ask? The people at Tachibana were my first true friends. I had friends back in public school, but they were moochers who looked for a birthday present from me that cost more than their Barbie doll houses in exchange for a phony party invitation (which ended up in another, "let's talk about Mikan behind her back while she's in front of you").
At Tachibana, unlike my previous school, the courses were challenging enough for me not to seem like a bored know it all, but gave me the label of a hard worker. I fit in perfectly, and everyone was chill. On school days, I'd either take pills and go to school pretending to be fine, or I'd come to school tired looking perfectly fine. Just a light dab of make up could turn hours awake into hours of beauty sleep. In other words, at Tachibana Private Middle School, Mikan Sakura was the cheerful girl who took part in a lot of extracurriculars.
In a way, being busy during the day made me less busy during the night.
So, the two perfect years passed by pretty fast, and high school came. And life... became not so normal anymore, but this time it wasn't because of insomnia. It was because of a dictionary with only the words that began with the letter "L."
xoxo
When you add someone on facebook, it doesn't mean that you're real friends. If you're not actually friends with the person in real life, but are friends on facebook, it usually means that you either: A, know of the person's name because of all the rumors that fly around in school, or B, know the person's face, but have never spoken to you before.
To me, Natsume Hyuuga was the former. Actually, the latter too, because whenever I went over Aoi's house during vacations, he would pass by without looking at me. And sooner or later, his existance to me was only in gossips Sumire or his little fangirls talked about. When I added him on facebook, it was only because I needed one more to reach the seven hundred mark before Sumire. Thankfully, he added me back before Tsubasa Andou added Sumire back. That, I was eternally greatful for, because it meant a whole week of free lunch.
I sometimes wonder what's going in in his head, but then just passively push the curiosity away, because, really. Why waste time thinking about someone so... anti-social about him? I actually saw him pretty often. Aoi invited me over a lot, since I was like an older sister to the lonely girl. When she was little, girls apparently used her to get to Natsume.
Now, you might think that, how can this girl not talk to him whenever she could? Well, let me answer that.
It was because he was a huge nerd who went to soccer practice everyday and never skipped a violin lesson in his life. When he wasn't busy playing Mozart or games, Natsume Hyuuga would shut himself in his room doing whatever he does. You would think that living in the dorms of Alice Academy over fifty percent of the time, he would spend quality time with his little sister. But no, Natsume Hyuuga hardely talked to little Aoi and was an anti-social geek. Even when there were other people around, like his "friends" that were over sometimes when I was a guest, he still kept to himself, and his little groupies just hung out. Even them, although they only interacted with me once or twice, remembered my name and gave enthusiastic greetings.
I had no interest in Natsume Hyuuga. He was certainly attractive (after all, he was Aoi's brother) with his high cheekbones, whole pale completion and dark hair, but he was to me, entirely boring.
Contrary to popular belief, Natsume Hyuuga did not sleep around with high class sluts. Neither is he the heir to billions. Sure, he was the nephew of the president of an international conglomerate company, PERSONA, that produced from movies to planes to computers, but that was on his mother's side, so naturally he wouldn't be the heir; his cousin would. His father was the late artist who was famous for being the Van Gogh or Da Vinci of the century. He designed a lot of furniture and did a lot of interior design. In fact, a lot of pieces in our house were gifts from him. He was friends with my mother, since Mrs. Hyuuga was really close friends with my mom in high school. Unfortunately, Mr. Hyuuga passed away when he was five due to a car crash. After the handsome elder Hyuuga passed away, Mrs. Hyuuga became a work-o-holic. She was famous in society for being the "it" defense lawyer in the country.
She was kind and caring, but she was much too absent.
People with such backgrounds were not rare at a boarding school for rich kids: Alice Academy. Everyone who had or is attending Alice Academy had powerful parents and had the money to prove it. Everyone there, essentially, were the top of the food chain of Toyko's young elites.
Or someone who WILL attend Alice Academy. Like me. And Hotaru, Sumire, Anna, and Yuu.
I have insomnia, and I'm going to attend a boarding school. That's pretty much my high school story plot. Sort of, I hope. Well, you must think I'm crazy. Why won't Mikan go to the private school near her house instead? It was where most of her friends were going. I mean, my friends. I'm Mikan. Let's make that clear.
The first reason was that Alice Academy was elite and had extraordinary extracurricular activities. I need something to do constantly, and the school had it. In my registration form, I had already signed up for the string orchestra, and set up a place in the girls' swim team try outs.
My doctor had suggusted me to take on as many activities as possible to keep myself busy to stimulate endorphins release. After the high, I would mentally be tired and match my physical fatigue and finally, the Sandman would finally visit the Sakura mansion.
The second reason was that Alice Academy was famed for its Literature courses (along with its other superior departments, but none of those really matter to me). I liked reading and writing. Every night, I would read until I finally fell asleep (even if it was for an hour). Reading sometimes helped. When you have extra hours at night and you finished stalking over eight hundred people on facebook and everyone was offline on AIM, what you did was read.
Literature was facinating. It was always there. Even if you fell asleep, when you woke up, the writing will always be there for you.
The third reason was that about fourty five percent of Tachibana Private Middle School moved on to Alice Academy. I was pretty much friends with everyone there, and even though Alice Academy was absolutely huge compared to the fifteen-hundred populated Tachibana, society was going to be fun. I'd make new friends, and I will get a high from a stimulated brain and finally fall asleep.
The final reason and most important reason was that my parents had attended Alice Academy and they found each other there. Actually, that's not true. It was through Alice Academy that they met. My mother and father never interacted at high school, because my mother was an active member of the language arts department, and my father was a mathematical god in the math department. He was a senior when my mother was a freshman, so they never met during school. But alas, all love stories must have the heroine and hero meet. When my mom was a senior, my dad had came back to Alice Academy to drop off a document to the principle, and he offered to help her carry a few books from the library to the dorms. Thus, true love was found and three years later, a baby was born.
That baby was me. I'm an only child, by the way.
I wanted to find true love too. You know how in the movies and romance novels, the girl always end up with the boy in bed? I'm not saying that I was going to try to get laid in high school, but I wanted to find someone who would lay next to me in bed, so I could stare at him without getting bored every night. I would thank my lucky stars that I had insomnia and could stay up for over twenty hours straight and constantly watch that special whoever it may be. I would be content, and when I wake up from a short slumber, he would already be awake and kiss me and I would be glad that I was awake, and not asleep.
Right now, I would be glad that I would be asleep, not a awake.
Well, that's confusing, isn't it? Life is pretty confusing. Simplicity is cool. Yeah...
I wanted normality and the simple noun of "fun," and I would find it at Alice Academy.
At least that's what I thought.
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