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Before you start reading this story I want to give you a little info on Japanese education systems.
First of all the students only have one classroom and teachers are the one who transfers classes. Of course they also wear uniforms, but in this story they don't to make the story a little interesting. This is all I have so far...
It was raining hard outside the Sakura manor. Sakura Mikan, the only daughter of the rich and infamous Sakura Yuka and Sakura Yukihara, was staring out of her bedroom window blankly. She was thinking of her old school in Beverly Hills. She doesn't miss anything about that accursed school. Every single day, being huddled by stupid fan boys and being asked by the slutty girls about the new trends coming out next season, was like torture for her. So she was glad she was transferring to Alice Academy. It wasn't hard for a late enrollment, since her mom knew the schools principal.
She was rich, beautiful and she had everything. Her mom would send her the latest fashions, from hers and a fellow friend's fashion show, while her dad bought her the latest gadgets and gizmos every time he went home from a business trip. She also had the full attention of her parents most of the time, even though their not usually home.
She heard a soft knocked on the door followed by a soft voice. "Miss Sakura dinners ready." Mikan snapped out of her daze and stared turned her head at the door. "Coming." She said as she headed for the kitchen.
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"Here you go ma'am." Mikan smiled sweetly as a lady in a maid's uniform served Mikan her dinner before resuming to do her tasks. Mikan ate at the kitchen counter alone. She didn't bother to eat at the huge dining hall and stare at the empty seats.
She finished dinner and went back to her room and slumped on her soft queen-sized bed. Her cell phone rang and she reached on her pants pocket to answer it.
"Hello…" She muttered at the mouth piece. "Sweetie? How are you?" A familiar voice responded from across the line. Mikan smiled brightly knowing who was on the other line. "Mom? I'm fine. How are you?" Mikan got up and sat on her bed, while pressing the receiver in her ears. "I'm fine. Thank you for wondering. So how'd you like your room so far?" Mikan smiled and slumped on her bed again. "It's awesome. I love it. Where are you now?" Mikan was rushing things, wondering where her mom was. "I'm here at Milan hosting a fashion show for my new collection. Aw, Mikan I hope you're here right now." Mikan chuckled a little at her mom's words. "Mom I'm not a little girl anymore…" Mikan stated adding a matter-of-fact tone in her voice. "But I still wish you where here" Mikan giggled at her mom and turned over on her chest. "I want a new start and be known as Mikan Sakura. Not the Mikan Sakura, daughter of Yuka Sakura and Yukihara Sakura, but only Mikan Sakura." Mikan heard her mom chuckle in the other line. "But are you sure about that?" After pondering the question for a while Mikan answered, "Yes."Her mom sighed "It's your choice. But do you have to wear those tacky outfits?" Her mom complained on the other line. Mikan let out a soft giggle before answering her mom. "Mom if I wear the designer outfits you bring or send to me people will know that I'm somebody." Her mom sighed again. "But are you gonna be okay in Alice Academy" Her mom's voice sounded concerned, she was so used to having her daughter being in a dorm, in a prestigious school in Beverly Hills or Mikan coming with her in every fashion show she sponsored or held around the world that she can't think of the fact Mikan coming home tired everyday from school. Of course she didn't think of the fact Mikan getting tired from every trip they had.
"Mom, Hotaru's there so I'm gonna be fine. Besides that's the reason why I chose Alice Academy, because Hotaru's there. And don't you trust your friend, my uncle, the principal, enough to leave me in Alice Academy?" Mikan said adding a matter-of-fact tone. Her mom sighed again. "I'm sorry I guess I'm just not used to having you stay in one place or come home every day, after school." Mikan rolled her eyes playfully thinking her mother saw it. "Mom I'm 16. I'm not a baby anymore and I can take care of myself." Her mom chuckled in the other line. "I guess your not." Mikan let out a small giggle before stating, "By the way where's dad?"
"He's in Tokyo checking the new villa, we own, there. He can't call you till Wednesday" Mikan sighed and smiled a little. She thinks they already have enough businesses, but her dad thinks enough isn't enough. "So I guess- Hey! Don't do that! You'll rip off the sleeves of that cocktail!" Their conversation was severely interrupted, by her mom's complaining, and other voices saying sorry in the background, on the other line. "Mom what's going on?" Mikan asked wondering, why the sudden interruption. "Honey I have to go, one of the tailors almost ripped off the sleeves of the cocktail I designed while dressing one of the models." Mikan placed a small smile on her face before saying, "Okay. Bye. I Love You."
"I love you too sweetie." And with that her mom hung up the phone, while Mikan placed the phone back on her pants pocket. 'I definitely want a new beginning.' Mikan sighed before closing her eyes and drifting off into a deep slumber.
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I fell so untouched
I want you so much
That I just can't resist you
It's not enough o say I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
I can't forg-
Mikan steered and turned off her alarm clock, but instead of getting up and getting ready for school, she went back to sleep. She fell asleep for about 40 minutes before she heard someone wake her up.
"Miss Sakura, You have school in 20 minutes. You have to get ready." Mikan's maid shook her in order to wake her up. Mikan steered a little and didn't bother to get up when she heard the maid say 'You have school in 20 minutes.' Mikan steered again and pulled her blankets up to her head. 'I have school in 20 minutes.' She thought half asleep. "I HAVE SCHOOL IN 20 MINUTES!!!!" She jolted right up making the covers fall from her body. "Shit!" She jumped off the bed and her maid gave her some way. "What time is it!?" She shouted while grabbing her robe and entering the bathroom.
"It's 7:40 ma'am." Her maid was carrying what seemed like her clothes, while leaning on the side of her bathroom door. "Shit! I have to hurry!" Mikan's voice was muffled by the sound of the shower. It didn't take Mikan more than five minutes in the bathroom. She got out quickly and grabbed the clothes her maid was carrying. "Do you want me to page Kajuu to prepare a Ferrari for you ma'am? I'll make sure you get the fastest one." Mikan's maid to out a pager to page the chauffeur when Mikan stopped her. "No. I'll walk to school Ame. And it's Mikan not ma'am." Mikan turned to Ame and smiled sweetly before going out her room and going to the kitchen. She grabbed a banana and a carton of milk in the fridge, not stopping on her tracks. She headed out the door and said her goodbyes to her maids, before walking to school. While walking to school she ate the banana and finished up her carton of milk. She dropped her trash on a nearby trash can and walked faster.
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She entered the office of the principal quietly and sat on a chair in front of the principal's desk. "You're late on your first day Mikan." A voice behind the leather chair said. Mikan identified this as her Uncle. "I'm very sorry. I never meant to be late." The leather chair that was facing back turned around and faced his face to Mikan. The principal eyed Mikan closely and he quirked an eyebrow. "YourYuka's daughter?" He smirked. "You don't look like the last time I saw you."
"And how do I look like last time, Uncle Kounji?" Mikan asked with a confusing face. "Last time I checked you were wearing designer clothes and had your hair down." He smirked again. "And now you're wearing flare jeans, a simple t-shirt and sneakers that aren't even branded. And since when did you put your hair in a tight bun that looks like your personal hair dresser didn't make." Mikan looked at the ground. "Mikan…I know you want a fresh start. But is this even necessary?" Kounji stood from his leather seat and headed over to Mikan. He placed his right hand on top of her head and she looked up to stare at him in the eyes. "Well, I was in a hurry, so I didn't have time to pick my clothes and go to my hair dresser." Mikan's uncle chuckled. "Isn't your maid the one who pick a decent outfit for you to wear? And your hairdresser's the one who comes to your room to do your hair, right?" Mikan sighed. Her uncle knew her too much. "Go to class and I will tell Narumi, your new sensei, to introduce you." Kounji took his hands off of Mikan's head and stood there in front of her. Mikan's head shot up and she stood from her seat. "No! Just tell him to say my first name and that's it." Kounji quirked an eyebrow at Mikan. He sighed and walked over to his desk. "If you say so. Now head over to class before you're another minute late."
"Hai!" Mikan ran to the door, she stopped dead on her tracks and stared at the ground "In this school I will address to you as Principal Kounji and not uncle Kounji." Mikan said not even bothering to turn around and face his uncle. And with that Mikan headed out the door and into her new classroom.
Kounji watched Mikan as she closed the door to his office. He paged Narumi before leaning to his chair and muttering out the words, "Mikan…"
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