Hi guys! :)

Hehehe. Review if you want! I know my writing sucks, so critique is good toooo. Gah I wish I could be one of those people who write with ease. No such luck...

Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice or any of its characters. Maybe just Natsume though. Haha not.

I looked up cutely at my second grade teacher, Miya-sensei. Blinking my wide, innocent eyes and tilting my head slightly, I smiled charmingly.

Miya-sensei, who immediately smiled brightly at me, introduced herself excitedly. "Hello sweetie," she gushed in a sickening sweet voice. "I am your teacher this year, Miya-sensei. It's very nice to meet you. I am going to have such a wonderful time this year with all you adorable kids!"

Of course, I knew the "adorable kids" part was referring to me. I was queen of first grade, and I knew nobody would be able to resist my charms this year either. Inwardly, I was giggling with self satisfaction, but I just followed Miya-sensei obediently inside the classroom.

I plopped down cutely in my desk and patiently waited for other students to show up. As more students came in, I could feel an increasing number of stares in my direction. I felt like gloating. I was just so cute that nobody could keep their eyes off me!

My school day started off just fine, and I soon had a loyal group of kids following me everywhere, calling me "hime-sama" and obeying my orders. But this was pretty normal, as I had been in the center of attention all my life.

Unfortunately, when art class came around, this all changed.

The art teacher, Serina-sensei, had wanted us to draw pictures using crayons, so I drew a pretty little princess. She was wearing a shiny purple crown, a flamboyant princess gown, and glass slippers (just like Cinderella!). She had beautiful light brown hair that cascaded all the way down her back. She was so pretty...just like ME!

The only problem was, I couldn't decide what color her dress should be. Blue, pink, or yellow? Or maybe just white? I stared at the crayon box, looking for color ideas. Suddenly, something caught my eye.

It was a perfect red crayon. A bright, vermillion red. It was so regal, so beautiful, and it lay in the crayon box like royalty among shabby commoners. In any case, it reminded me of my own glory, so I walked over to the crayon box, preparing to grab such a majestic crayon for myself. As I reached out for the crayon, a hand suddenly brushed my hand away and grabbed it.

Shocked, I looked up at the person who would dare steal such a crayon deserving of me. I stared into a pair of piercing crimson eyes, glaring at me in a hostile way. A little bit intimidated, I backed up slightly and focused my eyes down at the floor.

But thankfully, I remembered that I was the alpha here, and no one had the right to touch my property. Suddenly indignant, I looked up confidently and walked over to the crayon stealer. "Hey!" I protested with a pout. "That crayon's mine!"

The crayon stealer turned around to face me. I let out a gasp of horror.

He was so, so cute.

Maybe even cuter than me.

And that made me angry.

The boy walked over to me and leaned over toward me, examining my face. "No." the boy said while scowling. "I found it first, so its mine."

I was distressed. How could I finish my princess's dress if I didn't have that crayon? There weren't any other pretty red crayons. Besides, I deserved that crayon!

I went up to the boy and tried to yank the crayon from his hand. "Give it to me!" I whined. "I saw it first!"

The boy tried to pry my fingers off the crayon. "Let go, you stupid!" he protested, holding the crayon tighter. "Go find another one!"

"NO." I said firmly. "I want that crayon."

"Too bad! I already got it!"

"NO YOU DIDN'T!" In my anger, I tackled the boy, snatching wildly at the crayon.

Suddenly, there was a gruesome snapping noise. I looked down on the floor, and discovered pieces of red scattered all over it. The red crayon had broke.

Horrified, I burst into tears, grieving for the loss of the crayon. I had never been more mortified in my life.

"I-I *hic* I H-HATE *hic* YOUUU!" I cried, pointing a finger accusingly at the red eyed boy.

And I really meant it too. I hated him.

Hahaha. Little Mikan's such a brat.

Next chapter is going to be about both of them, only grown up! YAAAAY. And Mikan won't be a brat anymore.