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It was a long time ago.

Well what did you think? That incident happened 10 years before. No. I am not going to even try to remember. I just want to hide this thought at the very back of my head. Although, even if I do that, she will never go away.

The memory will never go away.

Trouble

Mikan was at school that day.

Well, of course she would be at school. Even if people occasionally called her 'nerd' or something, they still admired her as the person who never lost. Not in academics, nor in sports. Not in strength of her alice either. Which made her strongest, and most popular girl in the entire Alice Academy.

Anyways, back on topic, she was just training her alice randomly in her seat, when suddenly, the air seemed chilly. She squinted her eyes, not daring to break her strong concentration of using her alice on the entire class, which was something she found enjoyable.

But then, she sensed something unusual.

The chilly air seamed to be coming closer. And she did NOT feel comfortable. Apparently, neither did the class.

She squirmed in her seat. This presence was unsettling. VERY unsettling. It was chilly, and dark, yet held something underneath it all. She wondered what the presence was hiding. She didn't get the chance to wonder much though, because the chilly air was coming closer. What did this person need from THEIR class? It wasn't special or anything.

And then he came in. Pushing the shoji (sliding door) open with one hand, he casually stood there. He had black hair, not raven, nor jet black, just black. He also had red eyes, not blood-red, nor poppy red. Just red. Both his hair and his eyes seemed to perfectly match his attire, which was basically his uniform, but not done properly. So, hair, plus eyes, plus attire, equals a 'do not mess with me' vibe.

He didn't look happy. As if something was bothering him. This wasn't the first school he went to that gave him a cold welcome. It was probably the 400th. He didn't talk, or made real eye-contact with anyone.

Was there something in this class that he needed? Don't tell me that he's a transfer student! Mikan thought.

People were whispering to one another. Stares were directed his way. This boy is weird. Is a common thing between everyone now.

Kokoro Yome, the mind reader was having trouble keeping up with all these thoughts. He got a headache, and put so he put his head down. Although this wasn't the FIRST time he hot a migraine. This wasn't going to be the last either.

Some people with hearts that were a bit warmer, tried going up to him, since he looked sort of lonely, but they all chickened out at the last second and tried pushing their friends up, instead.

They weren't wary of this student. They weren't curious, nor excited. They weren't stupid. They were scared. Scared of this boy that JUST came.

For some reason, Mikan now had only one thought running through her mind about the new kid standing at the front of class.

Trouble.

Short? Ahahahaha... It's only gonna be this one...don't worry. Please review!

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