OH CRAP. Don't even think about the math worksheet stuck under my table, now, I can't even be sure I can get to school on time! Eyeing the second hand of the school's clock tower, I made sure my feet kept on running.

10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2… I zoomed right past the prefect waiting to write my name down.

"Sakura. You win again. This time." He closed his notebook, adjusted his spectacles, and walked away.

"I'm sorry! Matsumoto-san!" Both hands propped on my knees, I breathed in deeply before making my way to my classroom.

Gakuen Alice is the school I'm attending right now. Known as the school for the rich, smart or talented, I wonder how I got in without falling into any of the categories.

Picking up my pace when I saw Narumi-sensei already walking up the stairs, I eventually ended up beside him. They don't call me a fast runner for nothing, or at least, a fast walker in this case.

"Ohayou! Narumi-sensei!" I greeted him politely.

"Oh! Mikan-chan! Ohayou~" He did a little twirl on the spot. I stifled a laugh when he almost fell down the stairs. Call me mean, I don't care.

"Made it in time?" He obviously knew what happened when he saw my face all red.

"Mikan-chan, you really need to set up 10 alarm clocks, 2 by your ears. I don't understand how you can be so late even though your house is even visible from here." Narumi-sensei nagged on.

"Hai-hai, I get it."

As we approached the classroom, Narumi-sensei looked like he was going to jump off the building anytime from now. Home room always ends up wasted when that amount of noise can be heard.

"I wonder what's the commotion about." I laughed bitterly.

Taking the first step into the classroom, I was driven out immediately by Sumire, the mad bull.

"Permy! Chill! What's going on?" I took a few steps backwards until I finally hit the railings. She looked at me with teary eyes and started bawling on… my shoulder.

"What. Got dumped by your boyfriend?" Patting her head softly, I tried to comfort her, but Sumire in this state is impossible to comfort.

"MIKAN!" She screamed all of the sudden.

"H-hai?"

"Remember those two transfer students I was telling you about?" She yelled into my ears. OUCH.

"Yes?" I raised an eyebrow, knowing that the reason she was crying was going to be a stupid one.

"They're not in our class! In fact, they're in Year 3!" She started weeping again.

Oh dear, I knew it.

"C'mon Permy, there's always… recess!"

"NO USE."

"After School?" My patience was running dry.

"NO USE."

"Tomorrow morning?"

"-"

"Permy? Permy?" I shook her violently when she refused to respond, until I saw who was standing behind her. HOTARU.

"Hotaru! What did you do that for?" I eyed the baka gun in her hands.

"Air Baka Gun Version 5.0. She was noisy." She said it in a matter-of-fact tone.

Sigh. Hotaru. While all these was happening, I failed to notice that the corridor, which was supposed to be empty by now, had throngs of girls walking by. Taking the chance, I asked one of them what happened.

"You didn't know? The new Year 3 transfer students! Apparently they're really hot!" She squealed in delight.

"Ah. Thank you!" I thanked her, more like, the trail of dust she left behind.

Hot guys? Girls nowadays have no life. What are so nice about guys anyways.

Well, unless, they're Natsume-nii and Ruka-nii.