PinkVanilla: New story!!! YAY! … Actually, this is my first Gakuen Alice story. So no flames!

Mikan: Hurry up and get to the story! I can't wait. *Jumps in excitement*

Other characters: … *sweat drops*

The 1st Round

"Mikan Sakura? Age 16, brown hair, green eyes. Excels in sports, academics, and domestics. Studied over 3 types of martial arts…I say she's qualified. What do you think, Misaki, Jinno?"

The other two men just nodded at Narumi's choice.

"Then it's decided!"

"YOU DID WHAT?!" the scream could be heard all over the neighborhood. In a huge mansion in the richest part of the Japan a young brunette was screaming her head off at her best friend. "You signed me up for some stupid pageant for the Hyuuga boy without telling me?"

Calmly, the short raven hair girl was just sitting on Mikan's bed and eating crabs from a jar. Shortly, footsteps were heard from outside the room.

"Mikan? Are you and Hotaru okay in there?" a worried voice asked.

"We're fine, mom! Just a li'l shocked!" the girl called out.

Retreated footsteps were then heard, going downstairs. Turning back to her friend, she asked, "Hotaru!! Are you even listening to me?"

Hotaru just quietly glanced at her best friend before taking out her Baka Gun and shooting the idiot down.

"Quiet down, baka? Anna, Nonoko, and Permy are entering too. You're the one who wouldn't get a boyfriend."

"But… but… who the hell said I wanted a boyfriend?" Mikan screamed. She plopped down on a bed next to her friend.

"I said you need a boyfriend. And that's that."

The furious teenager just huffed, crossed her arms and pouted.

"You already passed the first round, since I sent your profile in. You should thank me. Permy and the others are going to be at my place by 9:45. The elimination rounds starts tomorrow morning at 11 at the Prince Hotel. Bring something to show off your talent or I'll bring something for you." The onyx haired girl said threateningly.

Then, Mikan's so called best friend got up and went home, leaving her to get angry and panic.

With Hotaru Imai

The genius inventor strode out of the mansion deep in thought about tomorrow's events.

That stubborn baka. Ill have to prepare something for her or else she'll try and get herself eliminated first.

Planning things the rest of the way home, she decided to call up Mikan's mom.

"Mrs. Sakura?"

"Hotaru! So nice of you to call? Do you need to talk to Mikan?? She's in the bathroom right now so I'll tell her you calle---"

"No, I need to talk to you about Mikan's trophies and such. Could you send me copies of her certificates and lend me the trophies for tomorrow? I need it for her to win a pageant." Hotaru interrupted.

And from there, it goes on and on about the plans and…(I'm just too lazy to put in details)

The next morning: Mikan's POV

I can't believe Hotaru! I said I didn't want a boyfriend or need one either. Why would I want to be one of the girlfriend candidates for that bastard Natsume Hyuuga. That rich, cold hearted jerk!

You know what? I'm not going to bring anything. Let's see what Hotaru can do about that!

Normal POV

"MIKAN? Are you still here?" her mother yelled.

"Yeah, mom?" the brunette answered as she put on her shoes.

"Can you give this to Hotaru? She left it here sometime ago."

Mikan's gaze turned to a giant laundry bag full of god-knows-what.

"What IS all that?"

Coming up with a simple lie, her mom replied, "Hotaru's inventions."

Simply taking the excuse, she dragged the giant bag outside, bringing along a purple folder that was also "Hotaru's" and had the chauffeur help her put both in the trunk.