In the midst of revising for 3 modules to be taken next week (!) I am writing a fanfic to keep me from insanity. Why I am writing a fanfic of all things and

why a week before exams, I have no clue. I'll probably end up kicking myself after spending forever on this.

I really do hope you enjoy, and thank you in advance for reading :D

One more thing, please remember to hit the review button just so that I know you've been and please tell me how I did!

Also, I would like to seriously apologise for the shortness of this chapter. 'Tis my grief and woe that it is so short...

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GAKUEN ALICE (Just don't come running at me that I've plagiarised or something...)

Summary:

I have always been lively and clumsy, Hotaru has always been my best friend and Narumi has always dressed like a gay and it will never change. That's what I've been telling myself for 2 years since the plane crash.

Mikan was involved in a tragic plane crash which had killed both her parents. Her life is now back to normal, or how it should be: a special star girl who seems to have everything, apart from her memories. As she tries to piece her life back together, she discovers new things that she had never known before. Was her past really how she thinks that it will be? And who is this jerk who keeps on making her life living hell?

Chapter 1

My First Steps

Hotaru has always been my bestest bestest friend, Ruka has always been shy and has always liked me, and Mr. Bear has always been alive. Tsubasa-sempai has always been my most cherished sempai, Tono-sempai has always been a pervert, Narumi-sensei has always dressed like a gay and I've always been lively and clumsy and it will never change. Well, that's what I've heard form everyone.

That's what I've been telling myself for 2 years since the plane crash.

My mother and father died in that very plane crash to America.

We were going on our annual holiday that Alice Academy had allocated for us. Although, it is a bit weird how nobody else goes on holidays anymore.

Narumi sensei said that because of me and the dangers of these kinds of happenings, the school has prohibited school holidays, but no one seems bothered.

I can't even find photos of me and my parents. Maybe we weren't such a happy family.

People all say to me that I've changed a little after the crash.

What would you think? I've lost my parents in a plane crash that only I've survived in and I am now pretending who I have always been.

I force a smile and grin and say,

'Maybe when I get all my memories back, I'll be my usual self again.'

Hotaru has refused to build a machine to bring back all my memories, although everyone reckons she could, easily. She probably has a valid excuse to not build one. You can't hold anything against her really.

'Today is a fresh new start, a new day' was what I told myself.

I wondered what events would happen today as I washed and dressed in my special star room, right above Hotaru's. I looked out to my favourite tree of all time, the Sakura tree that was constantly blossoming all year round.

I reached for the chain around my neck and looked at the crimson pendant hanging from it.

I truly hoped that maybe today would be one step closer to regaining my memories. I wanted them back - but I couldn't force them back, it would worsen my condition.

I slid down the drain pipes to get into Hotaru's room from the window – only to find that my face had collided into the cold, bulletproof glass.

'HOTARUUU! OPEN UP!' I cried, banging on her.. really, really hard glass.

Hotaru stepped aside and explained her newest invention to somebody.

'Mikan-prevention glass No.4. A glass made from a mix of esters and carboxylic acid and soda lime in a ratio of 3:7. Although it is not as clear as normal glass, even Mikan's rock head cannot shatter this glass.'

'HOTARU!' I screamed at her again. A crowd was gathering at the ground, looking up at this girl gangling off a drainpipe.

Get used to it already! It's not like this is the hundredth and thirty seventh time that this is happening to me or anything.

The she-devil finally opened the window to create a microscopic opening. The skill that had accumulated for the past 2 years had somehow got me into her room again. I heard applause from the base of the building. Disorientated, I peered round the corner to see Hotaru fuming again. She grunted a little,

'If you don't clean this mess up I will personally strangle you then cut you up into little pieces'

I ran into the classroom, late, as always. As always, Hotaru had made me clean up her failed invention with a swollen bump on my head and flew off.

Thankfully, it had turned out that it was a supervised study period and Narumi-sensei had already taken his leave.

I walked casually, greeting classmates, to my usual seat at the back of the classroom.

As I walked to the ever-so-far-away seat, I saw a mother's tea meeting being held on a table. I joined in, and listened in.

'But, Natsume-san was-' A girl started,

'Shhhhhh!' She was interrupted by another who had just noticed me. The first girl quickly covered her mouth and greeted me good morning. I smiled sweetly back and replied back,

'Morning! What's the gossip today?' The girls looked around sheepishly and answered that there was no gossip at all.

Disappointed, I trudged back to my seat, next to Ruka.

'Sakura-san, you're late again' he told me.

'Ahaha, sorry, sorry! I won't be late tomorrow, promise.' I replied

The blonde boy turned back to the front and started playing with his bunny.

Natsume, a name that popped up everywhere I went. It was the name that I still hadn't had a clue about. I had found out that he was a good looking lad who had a personality of Satan.

He had left to go to London. He was Ruka's best friend and he sat in my seat before.

That was about it.

Any news of him was hush hush. Who the hell was this Natsume person? I remembered that every time somebody talked about him, whether it was a boy or a girl had eyes of adoration. It seemed that he was well-loved throughout the school.

As I sat, pondering, two hours flew by. Time flies when you're having fun I ridiculed.

It was lunch then lessons then ability training time.

I reckoned that today was nothing special, just like other days. However, I loved my time spent with the Special Ability people. I mean, we call ourselves the good-for-nothing group of children, but in all honesty, it was my sanctuary.

Nobody tried to avoid topics because of me and my circumstances and we all had fun.

I jumped into the classroom, where Tsubasa-sempai and Misaki-sempai were waiting for me.

'HI MIKAN-CHAN!' they both screamed and ushered me in. Mr. Bear gave handed me a cup of tea and a slice of cake, as weird as it sounds… they all started digging in.

Not into the food, into my life.

Not that I minded, of course. They were one of the only people I could trust nowadays. As I explained that none of my memories were even hinting that they were coming back, they sympathetically nodded in response and reminded me for the thousandth time that they were here for me.

They were genuinely worried for me, I could see. They said that they didn't mind whatever I turned out like, or however I acted, they would support me through the way. Even Mr. Bear was placing his fluffy paw onto his left chest.

Since Nodacchi-sensei wasn't here, surprise surprise, the classroom was in chaos.

Us Special ability people were, well, regarded as special so nobody really came to shut us up.

Nobody could, our motto, "Be free" was exactly the reason why.

Halfway through eating and partying, A boy… Or was it a girl? Anyway, this person with stripy leggings – ok, it was a girl then – with a head of a pig slammed the door open and screamed.

'EVERYONE! LISTEN!' We unanimously froze, dropped everything and huddled over in front of the person with a head of a pig.

'Hyuuga Natsume is coming back tomorrow!' I looked around and saw that everyone's jaw had dropped straight to the floor.

Hyuuga… Natsume? Where had I heard that name before?

'Lighten up, kid, maybe you'll get your memories back after all,' Tsubasa-sempai said to me whilst ruffling up my hair.

'Sempai! You messed up my hair!' I scolded him, and stood on his toe.

'Ah, sorry, midget. Forgot that you were grown up now! Haha' He casually replied.

The bell rang and it was the end of the day.

Hyuuga Natsume… I remembered. He was the famous boy who went to London. The boy who was Ruka's best friend, the boy who made everyone's eyes shine, the boy who's name had been a secret, until now. Why would he help me to get my memories back? I hoped I would get along with him.

TBC

Authors Note:

I apologise again for the shortness of this chapter, more of a prologue than a full chapter. It makes me so sad to see the length of the scroll bar!

It will be longer next time!

Anyway, so? How was it? Hehe

BTW I have no idea on how to make bulletproof glass.. that was me mixing up things…

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