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Mikan Sakura

A nineteen year old who lives alone because her divorced parents are now both married to other people. She couldn't live with either of them because she thought she would just become a burden. Her parents didn't mind her decision to live alone. So her dad who is a bank manager bought her a small apartment and a rockin' motor bike. Her mom who was part of the board of education enrolled her in a collage near her apartment. Her course is theater arts and she works at a fast food joint. She sings, writes poetry and is without a guy.

Hotaru Imai

Also nineteen, Mikan's best friend. Knows Mikan better than anyone. She lives next door to Mikan. Usually comes over to Mikan's to eat. Studies in the same collage as Mikan, she is taking law, top student. she is also in a relationship with Ruka Nogi.

Natsume Hyuuga

Twenty-one, An actor in LA. Is famous all over the globe but he in the process lost all communication with his best friend, Ruka Nogi who lives in Japan. Ruka was ignoring him and with a good reason. He left Japan when he was 15 with his mom to pursue his career. But he finds it all meaningless without his best friend who was there for him through everthing. He was the only one who listened to him when he complained about his boring life. So he came home, decided to surprise him by enrolling in the same collage he was in. Though not in the same course because also wanted to be his own person while he was in Japan. He took theater arts.

Ruka Nogi

Twenty one years old. Studies to become a vet in the same collage as is girlfriend, Hotaru Imai. Is mad at his best friend, Natsume Hyuuga for leaving 6 years ago. But mostly mad at him because he wanted him back. But he did forgive him when he came back. He knew that he could never hold a grudge. Especially when it comes to Natsume or Hotaru.

+MIKAN+

7:30

RIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!

I hate that darned alarm clock. I reached for it and threw it out the window. Ahhh… peace and quiet…

7: 45

8: 00

8: 30

I stood up and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I glanced at the clock. 8:45. I went back to bed.

'EIGHT FORTY-FIVE! OH NO, OH NO, OH NO, OH NO, OH NO! GONNA BE LATE, GONNA BE LATE, GONNA BE LATE!' I can't believe I overslept!

Well actually it has happened a lot but my best friend usually came over at eight o'clock to wake me up. I forgot that she was sleeping over her classmate's house to finish a group project. I finger- combed my hair out the door.

OH GREAT! I said to myself when I closed the door. 'I forgot the keys to my ride!' I fumbled the key into the door knob… got the door opened, took the keys and shut the door on the way out.

'UGH! I don't know how I'll ever get to school on time at this rate!' I said to no one as I took off to school.

8:50

'FINALLY!'

I got off my bike and tried to fix my unruly hair. It was a thick, wavy and so hard to manage! I grabbed my keys and went to the art building.

OUCH!

I exclaimed when I ran into someone. I fell on the ground, my stuff got scattered. I grabbed my stuff and mumbled an apology to whoever I bumped into. I was so late!

When I got to the classroom, class already started. I TRIED to get in my seat without being noticed by our teacher but failed.

'Ah. Miss Sakura so glad you could join us. I'm sure you have a good reason for being late. A reason you will be telling me after class.' This teacher was a lot nicer than the other teachers who caught her sneaking into or out of class.

'Yes Sensei.'

11:30

It was lunch break so I headed to the cafeteria and sat on a vacant table. I wasn't in a mood to eat. I was just there because… well I don't really know why. Hotaru is busy again today so she won't be eating lunch with me. I grabbed my bag and headed out to the gym.

When I got there it was empty so I sat on one of the benches. I opened my bag, looking for my poetry note book and a pen. I found a pen but no notebook.

'Hmm… I remember putting it in my bag last night… where could I have left it?' I said to no one in particular.

-NATSUME-

'…join us?'

'What?' I was shooting baskets at the court when I heard someone talking.

"I'm gonna hit the showers It's already lunch. Wanna come join us for lunch?"

It was a guy from the school paper that he had gym with. The look he had was too familiar. He just wanted me to eat with him and his friend so I would allow them to interview me. I hate all these posers.

'No, not now. I just want to be alone.'

I really did want to be alone but I really want to keep thoughts scattered for a while.

"Okay then Natsume, but if you ever need help you know who to call right?" this darn kid didn't know how to back off does he.

'I don't think I'll be needing anyone's help especially yours anytime soon. But even if I did I wouldn't ask someone who would print it out right after I said it." I am really pissed at this guy.

I left the court and went to the locker room to shower. But I won't be eating lunch with that guy. I don't think I want to have lunch at all for that matter..

Beep…beep…beep…

I came out of the shower looking for my phone. Beep…beep…beep… darn it where is that thing. I grabbed my bag searched for that irritating phone. There it is.

Hello? Ruka?

Yeah it's me. I just called to tell you that your mom called me this morning to tell me that she sent you all your money. She also told me to tell you that you were the one who worked for it so you should keep it and that you take care of yourself.

Why did she send me the money? I don't have anything to spend it on anyway.

Do you want a new phone? A car? Or an apartment?

Hey. It's your money not mine and I just got this phone last week. Besides I already have a car and a place to live.

Well what am I supposed to do with the money?! Why did she have to send it to me anyway?

How much money did you earn at LA?

Well my money would be 3 billion dollars since my mom gets 1 billion for herself.

How do you spend that much money?!

I'll figure it out. Okay see you around.

CLICK

Who's is this? I said as I picked up an unknown notebook. Oh I remember, it must be from the girl that bumped me this morning. I flipped through the pages to see who owned it.

Mikan Sakura

I flipped through the pages again to maybe find information about this Sakura.

One page caught my eye

Breaking Love

Hurting like I've never been hurt before

Because of our broken love

And now my glass heart is shattered

Now my tears are here

Taking control

I just wanna know

If you even loved me at all

Because if you did

I wouldn't regret meeting you

Right now you nod your head but

Uncertainty is evident

Now I have my doubts

I really don't care if my heart is broken

Just knowing I had you for a while

Mends it again

Because my memories of you are enough

If you cannot love me…

I wonder who she's talking about… I scanned the first pages…

Smile my love

Never alone.

I'll always be with you

So never frown

Cause I'm here

To make you smile

Just smile and your days will be fine

I'm here so don't cry

I won't leave your side again

As we waltz in to the room hand in hand

Every eye on us

But it's okay

Cause we see nothing but each others' eyes

Now smile

Cause when you frown

My world comes crashing down

And your smile sends me to heaven!

She's really talented. Maybe I'll find her in the journalism lab.

After getting dressed I took the note book and I didn't know why but I was so tempted to look at one of her poems

Personal Angel

Even if your warmth has left

That feeling

Still remains

I was so alone that time

And each time I gazed into your eyes

The sadness would fade

Your smile

Dried the tears

And your words

Eased my heart

Hurt from loving another

Letting go

Was just so hard

Especially because I wasn't ready

For the obstacles I had to face

But now

My personal angel has arrived

Here to rescue me

From those who tried to break my heart

But what I didn't know was

That my angel would be the one

I would cherish through time

And my gaze

Fell upon your beautiful face

That showed nothing else

Besides your tender love for me

I closed it, stuffed it in my backpack and headed out the door. When I crossed the court I was surprised to still see someone sitting back there and when I looked closer I realized it was a girl looking all frustrated. She stood up and headed to the art building stomping all the way. That was weird no one came here at lunch break. Maybe she was waiting for her boyfriend or something and maybe he didn't show that's why she was mad. Well never mind I still have to find the owner of this note book. Then I headed out to the Journalism Lab.

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