Ok! I'm gonnna work hard to keep this story...um..less confusing as I can xD HOPE YOU ENJOY! oh. AND N X S even if it doesn't seem like it in the beginning... ENJOY! AND REVIEW! srry its short...

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I was excepted into Alice the day before I met Luke.

My freinds called it fate, but I just called it chance.

He asked me for some change when we bumped into each other in front of an old bookstore nobody visits. Half hour later, we ended up having a conversation, and then split ways. I didn't want him to go. I didn't wanna be all alone again. But I had to.

'No biggy' I thought. He'd just be one of those hot people you meet and then you never see again, even though you wish you would.

The thought that he, too, was excepted, or even the fact that we were in the same grade never crossed my mind. Then again, I was young back then. You know nothing at the young age of 13.

You might be a straigth A+ student and can name all the elements in order, but you would still know nothing. Because there are things that take more then words to explain.

Love is one of those. You see, love isn't written in a book. It's almost like a game, but there's no winner or loser. There are no rules, no standards, no definitions. You could waste hours in front of a book, and still be completely clueless. Of all the things I learned from Luke, Id have to say love is the most important one.

And believe me. Luke taught me a lot.

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Before I tell you this whole dramatic story about me and my twisted life. Before I take you way down memory lane, where the skies are grey and the sidewalk's cracked, I gotta start with the basics.

My name is Mikan Sakura. Im 17. Well. now I am. But Im still a stupid kid living in a little town thats not important enough to be on a map.

My story isnt about now though. Its about then.

When love was a word that only came up in gossip, and all the kids barely recovered from the old 'cooties' myth. Back then when I still had a mother and father. Back when the days were simple, and the only time you would get that nervous feeling was when you forgot your homework.

Good 'ol middle school, how I miss you and your simple times. Care-free, lazy days without a cloud in the sky.

Why did things have to change?

When did the lazy days turn stressful. When did we start caring about what others thought? And when did the word 'love' become tossed around, mistaken for other feelings? Oops. Sorry, the basics.

Back to the basics.

My name is Mikan. Yes, that's right, I'm an orphan. "poor her, she lost her parents" you might think. Well boohoo, there's nothing you can do about it, so your pity doesn't help me. Its my fault I didn't suck it up sooner and move on with my life, but instead I chose to waste precious time locked in my room crying over it.

Crying didn't serve me any good. I could cry an ocean of tears, but that wouldn't bring them back.

Wow, I'm really bad at the basics, aren't I?

But it's ok. By the time I finish with this story, the basics won't matter. And by the time I die, my name will already be forgotten, and so will my story. It will be replaced by new people, new names, new lives. And I bet their going to have to go through the same hell I went through.

Ha. And they say love is worth it. Well. They're damn right.

Oh...yeah, the school. I wouldn't say that Alice academy was bad. It was actually a beautiful school. The walls were a deep mahogany, and the hallway floors were covered in bright carmine velvet. Huge chandeliers hung in the cafeterias, and only the best quality supplies were served. I'm pretty sure that even the paper they let us use as scrap paper was made from some rare exotic, endangered trees. Yep, just your average snobby rich-kid school. Not that I was rich...I was just a bookworm. The only reason I got to attend such a fancy school was because of my high grades.

You know...now that I look back...If it weren't for those slutty bitches and those dumb-ass jocks, my sophomore year would have been awesome. I mean. Well. You'll understand once I start my story...

But the academy was huge. Actually, huge was an under-statement. You could walk for hours, maybe even days without reaching the other end. And that is, if you don't get lost in the maze of hallways...

I mean. The school was so big, it even had a special little place on the map labeled with a little *. My town wasn't even on the map, and that Academy was. That just shows you how huge and richly amazing the school was.

The people there though, weren't the nicest...not that I'm calling all rich kids slobs, but some of them were pretty rude. Including Natsume. Oh, god, Natsume was beyond rude!

He had a special definition in the dictionary! Natsume, the rude boy who sat at the edge of table one.

The one who would make fun of me and tease me. The one who would push me down when I was already on my knees. The one who showed me what strength was when I thought I knew.

The one who showed me how to trust myself, even if I know I'm wrong. The one who confused the hell out of me.

In these past years, I've been taught different lessons by different people, some contradicting others. Some that are obvious. Some that are essential.

Im not writing this story for my sake. I'm doing it to tell all of you about the lessons I've been taught, and how they got me through the toughest times of my life.

I'm going to tell you about the Years of A Hundred Lessons, and prey that you wont have to go through what I did.

Because really, I'm not that sure if everything was worth all that pain.

But I think it was.

No.

It definitlly was.

DUN DUN DUUUUN

Sorry.. ha ha...I got kinda repetitive xD Thisll be the only chapter in Mikan's POV. And this is more like a summary...

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