Simply Indescribable
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN GAKUEN ALICE
My room is coral and my bed is orange … orange…
Why is there not a single word that rhymes completely with orange, it's my favourite colour after all. Oh there are plenty of words that rhyme with black and grey, yet literature has forgotten to include something that rhymes with the very colour that has the energy of red and the happiness of yellow. I released my pen with a sigh of defeat, so much for trying to write a poem to cheer myself up.
Recently, I've been constantly locking myself in my room, trying to escape in my own way from the chaos of the outside world. Truth be told, I hated change, I hated when the grass was no longer green and when the sky was no longer azure. My mother, however, decided that my hatred could be forgotten and that I could simply waltz into a new school with a happy smile plastered on my face with my arms out all friendly and welcoming. It's hard to force yourself to forget everything and start afresh, trust me once my mother said it was a permanent move my heart literally shattered.
"Mikan? Where are you? We have to go now." My mother's muffled voice said from downstairs.
"Coming!" I shouted exasperatedly.
When we were both inside the car my mother turned to me andbrushed some stray locks of hair behind my ear. I knew she was trying her best to comfort me.
"Mikan, honey, we simply can't stay in the country. I've just been promoted and it's just too hard for me to travel there every day. And look on the bright side; we'll be able to see your father much more often." She cooed.
Truth was, I really loved my father. I actually really wanted to meet him more often. He was such a kindred spirit and could light up a room by his presence alone. Being able to be a family was definitely enough to encourage me to move to the city, yet I was too stubborn to admit it.
"Yes mum, it will be more convenient for YOU. What about me huh? Are you aware of what you're asking from me?" I replied in a scathing tone.
My mother sighed and started the car, for the rest of the journey we never spoke.
#**#
The first thing I was aware of was the noise; it was a horrible raucous noise, produced by a mixture of buses, trains, cars and the voiceovers on the huge advertisements. The smell came next, filling my nose with pungent petrol fumes. And when opened my eyes, all I saw were rows of neatly stacked skyscrapers, gigantic and intimidating. The sky wasn't blue, it was a dull shade of periwinkle, the clouds weren't white and fluffy like my favourite sweets, Howalons, but were a faint gray. This place wasn't like anything I've seen; it was so artificial, so strange.
"It's great Mikan, isn't it," my mum said breathlessly. "Don't you just love the City; it's so refreshing to be in."
I gaped at her; she couldn't be serious could she? This place was horrible, and my mum actually LIKED IT!
Soon, we arrived at the academy; it was in one of the nicer parts of the city. Yet when I walked in, I found out that it was GIGANTIC! It was like a small town. The main building stared at me across the long walkway bordered by trees. All I could do was gasp at the grandeur of this place.
"You like it don't you." My mum grinned at me.
"Wow." It was all I could say.
"I've got everything settled for you, all the information you need is on this card." She handed me a white card with a gold star on top. "I'm sorry honey I have to go now, only students and teachers are allowed on the premises without a special pass."
She gave me a fleeting hug and a prompt goodbye before being led away by a man dressed in a most peculiar outfit with blond hair and aquamarine eyes.
I was led to my room by the peculiar blond person who I just discovered was the Vice principal and a teacher at the school.
"Now this school is big like you probably figured, so I suggest you make a couple of friends who know their way around. Ahh there we are, look Mikan it's your dorm." He said with a smile.
I looked around, and my eyes travelled to the thing he was pointing at. It was a door with a gold label that said "Hotaru Imai". Is this man delusional? I had my name stuck to my shirt for heaven's sake.
"Umm… My name's Mikan Sakura. So where's my real dorm." I asked hesitantly.
"Oh didn't I tell you? You'll be sharing this dorm until your star rank has been decided." He replied casually.
"Who lives here? And why don't I have my OWN room and what the heck is a STAR RANK?" I demanded.
"Oh you'll find out soon enough. Adieu~" With that he went.
I reluctantly opened the door to the room of "Hotaru Imai". I was surprised to find that all the lights were on and a girl with raven black hair cropped short sat serenely in the middle of the room reading a magazine.
"H-hey, I'm Mikan Sakura. Umm… The Vice principal said I'll be living here for a while." I said.
She looked up from her magazine and I was faced with stunning violet eyes that pierced through me. Just that look made me somewhat uneasy, why the look, did she want to kill me?
"Sit." She said in a monotone.
Glad that she didn't seek to kill me, I sat opposite her on a fluffy purple beanbag. The living room was very well decorated indeed. With a purple couch and a pale violet coffee table, on it was a lamp, also purple. The place was quite fancy as well, with the cushions on the couch done in very intricate embroidery. If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that my roommate loved purple.
"First of all there are some rules." Hotaru said which caused me to flinch. "One, cleanliness is expected whenever you are present in this dorm. Two, you must get me to look at the clothes you've brought and three when I'm not here, please do not do any harm to my belongings and last of all I'm not your question box so whether or not I choose to answer your following questions is entirely up to me."
How had she known I wanted to ask so many questions?
"So fire away." She said.
#**#
Hey guys Brightrain1151 here. My first attempt plz R&R, constructive criticism is welcome. How was it?