1: goodmorning with Mikan
2: project of narumi
3: gotcha
4: script
5: thoughts
6: points of view
7: I think i
8: looking, not seeing.
Okay it is 9. haha… then the short bus ride must be chapter 10… then this is 11! Yay! Achievement! I counted to eleven! Haha… whatever… okay..
I don't own gakuen alice, campus alice, or alice academy, or anything else that relates to this. Ahehehe… except my laptop and my plot.
Notice The Changes
Today was a Monday, day seven, and show time. Yesterday, Hotaru decided that she and Ruka would be the only ones to work on the movie for that day, and today was going to be the day of the show. Sadly, after 7 groups who had explained why they haven't been able to finish the project (some said that they haven't finished the script yet, the others said they didn't have the cameras and the other props, others lacked the time), Mr. Narumi almost gave up hope when it came to the last group. He was relieved to find out…
"We have the project," Hotaru said, standing up and handing the CD to the teacher.
"You do?" he asked, finally getting the answer he wanted.
"Yes."
He sighed, thankful that at least one of the groups finished it in time. "Well then, since we already have this, why don't we watch it then?"
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Waking up in his hotel-of-a-room, Natsume glanced at his clock. 9:15 it read.
'I woke up late,' he thought. Not that he cared actually. He was always skipping Mr. Narumi's class after all. But he just never woke up late before. Usually he was early. 'Someone must have turned off my alarm.'
He took a short bath and changed into his uniform and headed right into class. Before he could enter the room, he was shocked with what he had heard.
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"I HATE HIM!" said the voice.
'Was that—'
Natsume opened the door and was shocked with what he saw: the room was dimly lighted, only to be illuminated by a big screen (courtesy of our innovative genius, Ms. Imai), and everyone was watching intently, no one seemed to acknowledge his presence.
The scenes in the screen shifted quickly, from the running Mikan, going to a stalking Natsume from a nearby tree, and then a cherry-like face of Ruka, to a leaping Natsume.
'How did that girl get all these shots?' he asked himself. He was just standing by the door watching the movie along his classmates.
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Meanwhile, a brunette stirred inside her dormitory. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock that once more grew tired of waking her up, but her vision was blurred. She rubbed her eyes once more and leaned closer over the clock, but before she could even work out what the clock was displaying, she successfully fell off her bed, hitting her head on the bedside table, then face-flat on the floor. It sounds like déjà vu.
"Ow…" she groaned. 'What a way to wake up,' she thought bitterly while stroking her head. She stood up, her hand on the table to support her. She tried to take a look at her clock again. Her eyes grew wider.
"NINE THIRTY!"
Like Natsume, she took a short bath. But of course, being a girl, you wouldn't expect it to be as short, would you? She quickly grabbed her towel and went to the bathroom, first, slipping over a bar of soap, and then getting shampoo in her eyes. For such a klutzy girl, she can get even more mishap than she already has.
Mikan put on her uniform and dashed out of her dorm room and rushed to Class B, Elementary building. She tried to button her while on the run.
'I can't believe I'd be this late!' she thought. 'I didn't even do anything yesterday!'
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Yesterday, Sunday.
"We won't?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Ruka and I will finish it."
"You will act?"
"You could say that."
"But how about class."
"It's a SUNDAY Mikan… we can decide whether we want to go to class or not…"
"Then I'll help you."
"No. Go to class. You'll probably need it. After all, you have to put SOMETHING in that air-filled head of yours."
"Oh, Hotaru!"
The fact that Natsume, Ruka, and, most especially, Hotaru weren't there with her the whole day made her go to class. (Natsume, of course, spent time outside, under a tree, reading.)
'And on a SUNDAY!' she thought with dislike.
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'What could they have done with the project?' she thought, turning along the corner.
'Oh no! I'm going to miss it!'
'I can't!'
'I could do with watching just the ending!'
'Why did I wake up this late!'
Finally seeing the door of their classroom, she gathered up all her strength to run faster, and to collide harder with…
"Natsume!" she yelled
"You really love trying to molest me, don't you?" he asked, his emotion never-changing. She shoved her off and stood up and went to his seat. Mikan also stood up
"Stop crying," someone said. It was a boy's voice.
"I'm not crying," another one said, this time it was a girl.
"Huh? Who said that?" Mikan asked, looking around the dark classroom. The large screen caught her attention.
'I-is that what I think it is!' she yelled from inside her head.
A nightmare come true. Their so-called movie turned out to be the about the 'Love-Hate Relationship' of Natsume and Mikan: from the day they met, with her skirt "falling off", the festival, the last dance, and up to what happened recently.
The movie ended and their group received a big round of applause from their audience.
"That was a great movie wasn't it class?" Mr. Narumi asked. All of them agreed, and Mikan beamed.
"But Mr. Narumi," Sumire complained, "you said that we weren't allowed to have our other classmates in our movie." Mikan's smile vanished.
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "That's right!" Sumire gave an arrogant, contented smirk to Mikan, but it quickly faded away. "I did say that you can't include your other classmates, but I didn't say that you can't use some scenes that were taken from past occasions," he explained. "So then, Ms. Imai and her group's work will be highly accepted! Well, since yours was the only group that passed the project on time, you will receive additional points for it. The rest of you, you may continue your project for another week."
Mikan stuk her tongue out to Sumire. "Bleh! How about us, Mr. Narumi?" Mikan asked. "What will we do for the week?"
"Well," he said, his index finger under his chin, "you can either watch the other groups filming, or you can spend the week in class—"
"What!" Mikan asked, disappointed. After all the work, the least she expected was class as a reward.
"—but I guess you could spend the week the way you want to. Your group deserved it after all," Mr. Narumi finished, then he bade them goodbye and left the room so that they can start working once more. When he was out of sight, some fan girls in their class glared at Mikan because of what happened in the movie with Natsume and Ruka. But then Sumire said, "I don't think that was true."
"Really?" the fan girls asked her.
"Natsume is just a good actor paired up with a horrible actress. Isn't that right girls?" she asked with much confidence. They all nodded in agreement.
"And besides, there's no way Natsume would like someone like her right?" she asked and they agreed again.
'Think again,' Ruka thought, patting his bunny.
"And that's why I love you Natsume!" Sumire finished, and then she tried to hug Natsume. He, growing a little aggravated with all the noise, leaned back on his seat and Sumire, missing by an inch, hit the desk next to him.
"Natsume, you must've accidentally missed! Why don't we try that again?" she asked.
"Tch," he said with much disgust. He stood up and walked towards the door. He passed by Mikan and said, "C'mon, Little Girl, let's go to Central Town if you like."
Everyone became shaken with Natsume's sudden actions, including Mikan, Hotaru, and Ruka, especially Mikan. Natsume, taking notice, immediately told her, "If you think that I'm asking you out, then don't."
The fan girls were fuming.
Both Ruka and Hotaru had the same question in their minds: 'Where are the CHANGES? What's with the name-calling?'
However, that question didn't even materialize in Mikan's head. Natsume just smirked, walked past her, and said, "I'm just sick and tired of you begging me all the time." With that, he headed for the door. Mikan came back to her senses and became annoyed.
"Hey, I don't beg," said Mikan with much emphasis on the word.
"Is that so?" he asked. "Then how about the first time you wanted to go to central town, huh? I remember you going down to your knees, crying. Isn't that right, Strawberries?"
"Pervert!" she said. Useless. Natsume completely ignored her. "Come back here!" She was ready to tackle her again but instead hit her face on the blackboard. Natsume looked back at her and said, "My mistake. It's Panda Bears now, isn't it?"
"Natsume, you pervert!" she yelled, but Natsume just closed the door behind him. "Hey, I'm not done with you!" she followed him outside, living her puzzled classmates inside.
"I told you it wasn't real," Sumire blurted out, breaking the eerie silence that was filling up the atmosphere of the room.
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