Beautiful Catastrophe
Written by Aphrodite's Apple
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Synopsis: Only few people know that I have a poor eye-sight. But, I refuse to wear eye-glasses. One day, I met a jerk. He thought my eyes are fixedly gazing at him, but he's not the one I'm staring at. He didn't believe my excuses. This is so not my day.
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Disclaimer: [Insert sarcasm here] I own Gakuen Alice.
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When the school bell rang, I dashed off towards the girls' locker room. I quickly changed my school uniform to my cheer squad outfit.
Yes, I'm the cheerleader of Alice University Cheer Squad. Mikan Sakura's the name you'll practically hear everywhere in this University. Even you know my name, right? Setting that aside, I don't rationally care about what the others think of me.
So yeah, I'm Mikan, seventeen years young and the cheer-captain of the team. That's virtually the reason why the other girls' despise and envy me.
One statement about me is that I have a poor eye-sight. I couldn't really see that well, but I can see without glasses. My eye-grade is negative two point zero, so I can catch sight even without my glasses, although it's kinda blurry.
I closed my locker number 0114, and was about to put my cheering jacket on, when Sumire interrupted.
"Hey, Mikan! Serina-sensei wants to talk to you. I think it's about our stunts or something. She said you need to meet her at room 907." Sumire Shoda informed me while checking her nails. Sumire is the co-captain of the cheering squad. I usually call her Permy.
"Thanks, Permy." I thanked her as I flashed a smile.
"Sure thing, babe. Now go to Serina-sensei because she's irritated to late comer people. You should be aware of that."
"Yeah, I definitely know that. Thanks again."
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After the meeting I had with Serina-sensei (I need to thank God 'coz I wasn't late), I must think of some new aerial tricks that we need to compete with Shinji University, the prevalent rival of our school. She said that Luna Koizumi transferred in the said campus, and she's a big threat for us. Luna Koizumi is part of Japan's cheering squad. It's not that I'm not a great cheerer, I refused their offer when JCS asked me to become their member.
I was in deep thoughts when my friends cornered me.
"Mikan, want to go bar hopping tonight? I'm too stressed and tired about this upcoming cheer dance competition." Anna Umenomiya asked me. Anna's the sweetest girl in the campus. She's a great dancer, but she couldn't do stunts. She's also a great chef and patisserie.
"Yeah, I'll absolutely wanna go too. We need to relax a bit, don't you think?" Nonoko Ogasawara interjected. Nonoko's the one who's doing tumbling stunts. She's also excellent in Math and Science, specifically Chemistry.
"I think I'll join your decision, Nonoko." Permy said without any doubt.
"I'll go if Hotaru's gonna go." I replied as I smugly looked at Hotaru. Hotaru Imai's my best friend. Believe it or not, she's also part of AU Cheering Squad. Even though she's stoic and emotionless girl, she's still impressive at dancing and gymnastics. She's also the genius in our group.
"That's not fair! You know Hotaru wouldn't—"
"Don't talk as if I'm not here. Besides, who said I'm not gonna go?" Hotaru replied unexpectedly, and all of us gave a happy squeak.
"Alright, now the gimmick's been settled, let's go back to practice!" I ordered as I blew my whistle out.
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"Bye, Mikan-chi! Don't forget about our gimmick tonight, seven in the evening sharp." Permy reminded me for the 7th time. Geez, I'm not a kid anymore.
"Yeah, yeah. You don't need to emphasize sharp okay? I'm a teenage girl already, you baboon." I boringly replied.
"We know you, Mikan. You're the turtle in our group, plus, you're always late!" Sumire replied, and then gaped when she remembered something, "And no one calls me baboon, you fat ass!" She playfully punched my shoulder, grinning.
I just shrugged and said, "Whatever, just take care on the way home."
After she left, I took a glimpse on my watch, and it states that it's already four o'clock in the afternoon. I drove my way to my lovely home. It's time for some two hours slumber.
As soon as I got home, I told our maid that she needs to wake me up before six in the evening. I need to prepare for our gimmick, you know.
Now, it's time for me to sleep.
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"—kan-sama," I heard somebody muttered for the nth time. Seriously, what's wrong with my dream? I know I'm still dreaming because I need to wake up before six—
I immediately rose my head up, only to find Amanatsu— who's currently staring weirdly at me.
"Mikan-sama, you told me that you need to wake up before six, but I tried everything as much as I could, but you wouldn't bulge up." She explained then sighed.
"What time is it?" are the only words I could think of.
"Six forty-five. Now prepare yourself, Mikan-sama. Hotaru-sama called thrice already." She answered, bowed and then finally left the room.
Oh shit.
I instantaneously prepared myself for our gimmick. After I took a bath, I wore my outfit for the night (an elegant red dress and black stiletto) as fast as I could. My face doesn't need any make-ups so I just sprayed my VS perfume all over my body, and poof! I'm ready to go.
I felt my phone vibrated, so I checked it out.
"I'm on my way, bye." I answered then clicked the red button on my phone. I know that it's Permy, and I know that she's gonna ask where the effin' hell I am.
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I drove my way towards the Black Box, the famous bar here in Tokyo. I parked my car properly and went inside the bar.
Loud music greeted me, and I can barely see anything. My poor eye-sight plus the fact that the roaming green, red, blue and yellow lights are the only radiance that's giving brightness in the room equals catastrophe for me.
I need to find my girls first. I looked around the Black Box only to find some people engaged with dancing, drinking alcohol, checking out some hot girls and making out.
I let my eyes roam around once more and I saw someone who's extremely familiar to me. But, I'm quite unsure because my eyes might be playing tricks, and his face is really blurry. I blinked twice before staring at him again.
Now, I took a pace to look clearly at him. My eyes are near-sighted, so I might see him if I'm closer. I took another step. I'm kinda hiding myself with the people around the dance floor, but I'm still eyeing him.
It's really him! A—
"Excuse me, I know I'm handsome and all, but don't you think it's rude to stare?"
To be Continued
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Aphrodite's Note: Hey guys! What's up? I don't know if you're gonna like this fic. I know that you'll find a lot of grammatical errors here, because I'm too lazy to check this fic out again.
I hope you'll give me some reviews! I'm a review whore. :)) So please, if you'll read this, make sure you'll drop some love. ;;)
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Reminder: I'm not perfect, and I'm also sure you're not. English isn't my first language. No flames please. Please Review. Thank you for reading! :)
Published: 11/15/10
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