Disclaimer: Gakuen Alice and its characters does not belong to me but Higuchi Tachibana, the mangaka.
On the Court
Prologue
Her childish yet long fingers were like feather duster, wiping off the dusts that had pooled on the surface of the thing in her grasp. The imagination of hers had gone wild, pondering that it could be buried ancient books but made its way through the large box of her old possessions. The thing looked familiar, she recognized. She noticed the digits written in a black ink although the writing was quite unclear considering the year she probably penned those digits. There were two of them; both have almost similar digits. She had just found two hardbound notebooks. She realized that those digits are the year she had used them. The discovery of her sealed belongings was a nightmare to her, in which she dropped the notebooks. She has stumbled again to the molders of her past years, if she were a clay.
She found her diaries, her diaries during her first two years in junior high school.
Her Junior High School years were fun, as she would recall. Mikan considered herself as an average student; however, she used to fail her Mathematics subject. Thinking about it, she did an excellent job in balancing her studies and volleyball. Yes, Mikan Sakura was part of Alice Junior High School girls' volleyball team.
"Let's see if there would be something interesting," she mumbled to herself as she started skimming through her diary in her first year.
Dear Diary,
The boys' volleyball team was playing under the sun when I passed the schoolyard. I didn't understand why they were playing there but I was pretty sure I had passed the volleyball gym few minutes ago. The guy with a star-shaped tattoo in his goofy face served (that is what they call it, right?) and it came in like some speedy ball from the baseball game and I swear the ball would have landed on my face. And, there was this other team member who was as tall as I am saved me. Well, not really. He just happened to be there. Anyway, I'm so thankful he saved me! I thanked him and he seriously looked so cute and familiar. The coached called him Uuga or something and I think he's part of the team. His position in this sport made me wonder. Probably for the short ones, haha.
Mikan placed her right palm in her face; she just could not hide her embarrassment but she felt nostalgic on how adorable her handwriting was.
'I was so stupid,' Mikan rolled on the floor, kicking her foot alternately on the floor.
She scanned through the next pages and this reads:
Dear Diary,
I finally know who that person iiiis! He's already in his second year and he plays for the team. His name is Hyuuga Natsume , Aoi's older brother. No wonder he looked so familiar. Why didn't Aoi mention that he has a cute older brother? I think I have a crush on him, it's been a while anyway. This summer break, I'll be learning volleyball. I can't really wait!
Mikan remembered the time she asked Aoi. Aoi just replied, "I did tell you I have a brother but I didn't mention he's cute because I think he isn't." Her memory was still clear how Aoi's voice sounded and the expression she was making.
It must really wrong labeling her Hyuuga-senpai cute. According to her best friend, Hotaru, 'Males in my class hate it when they are called cute. Hyuuga must be the same, I guess.'
The knocking on the door halted her thoughts. The sound of hitting the wooden door reverberated around her room filled with dust as she was in the middle of cleaning. Lazily, she forced her feet all the way to the door. It was her mom, worried and confused.
"Mikan, are you okay?" Her mom, with an apron and a spatula in hand, asked in a concerned way, caressing her forehead to check whether her temperature was normal or not.
"I'm okay, Mom," she answered sweetly.
"Turn on the lights, sweety. Even though it's 11 a.m., you need to see clearly for you are cleaning."
"Yes, Mom," she nodded in assurance.
With the assurance that Mikan gave to her mom, her mom simply went back to the kitchen.
She continued her cleaning, wiping off the dust and placing her unnecessary treasures inside the large box. Maybe it would not be so bad to keep her diaries on her desk instead of the box. She suddenly stopped midway, and grabbed her pen and new diary and wrote:
"Not all things have sentimental value to us. There are things we have considered just a piece of junk at the moment but one look at it again, it contains memories that has connection to us. Just a simple dress when we were a little child, unbeknownst to us, our parents adored you so much—thinking we beat those typical cute things because you are the cutest. Too bad, it would no longer fit on you. There are things when we probably want to kick our past self for doing this and that, like, how we desperately deleted all those embarrassing posts on our accounts in social networking sites. I was so incredibly stupid back then, I would say. But it defines who we were. Really.
However, today was different. I found my first two junior high diaries that marked as the proof of my stupidity and childishness. Reading them all over again won't be bad. I wished to know how much I've changed all over the years. "
Next week will be another chapter of her life: High School. She would start again at Alice Academy.
And oh, her ex-crush Hyuuga Natsume was a student of that school as well.
Author's Notes: I finally have a new plot in mind. I love writing prologues but I can't just manage to continue for some reason. And like every time I open this account, my username is always different. Ugh. Hope you follow and review, guys! I know it's short. By the way, please check out my other story though I kinda lost the drive to continue it. About this story, I already have the events planned!
Kirschavoc, 141223 (08:39 p.m.)
You can call me Jean, by the way.
Revision: I changed the tense. Minor revisions.
Kirschavoc, 150701 (8:47 p.m.)