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Unpredictable Life
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Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice and I don't own those songs that are in this fic.
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The Bad girls go to bad student list,
The Good girls go to good student list,
Am I going to be the good or the bad student?
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Chapter Four
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The concert was super-duper-super awesome. I loved every part of it. The bands and dancers were really awesome. I would love to be at the stage with them. And the songs, ugh, I can't even spell how great they were. This was the most wonderful concert that I had ever seen.
And Sharada, she was enjoying it, for sure.
"Oh my god," she breathed in the warm hall's air, "I can't believe that Natsume Hyuuga winked at me."
"Yeah," I said calmly, "he winked at you, so what?"
"Mikan, can't you see it?" She moved her face closer to mine and whispered in my ear; "Maybe he likes me."
"He," I couldn't hold in my laughter, "and likes you?"
"Yeah," she puffed her cheeks, "why can't he like me?" Her lips made one girlish smile, "Am I too ugly for his taste?"
"Of course you're not." I smiled as I saw her smile. "You deserve something better then that I'm-so-hot-and-you-suck guy."
"Hey, Natsume Hyuuga isn't from that type of guys." She mumbled and touched her forehead, "And still, his wink and voice is sooo smexy."
"Hah," I almost choked, "well, maybe his voice is 'sooo smexy' but his soul is full of shit."
"Shit?" Her eyes started to burn with anger, "His soul isn't full of shit, and he's really nice and cares about his friends."
"Blah, blah, blah, can you come back from your dream world?"
She started to gaze at her pink manicured fingers, in the middle of each nail there was red roses
"Don't be angry," she mumbled, "don't be angry," she stood up from her chair, "don't be angry, Sharada." Her eyes started to travel from my hair to my legs, toes and back. Her eyes stopped at my face.
"You know, you're really beautiful, if only you knew how to use make-up, you would be even more beautiful then Luna, too bad that you don't know how to use make-up."
She leaned closer to me and whispered, "But if you're going to be my friend, I'm going to teach you how to do it."
"Then maybe we should start our little lesson today?" I smiled at her.
"Okaaay, besti," she threw her hand around me to hug me and whispered into my ear, "You're going to be my first student and experiment."
I only swallowed down my saliva to say, "Right, besti."
And at the same time I was hoping that she wouldn't change me that much.
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We were walking toward the hall's doors when someone stopped us by calling my name. I turned my head in the stage's direction. There she was. Hotaru Imai.
"Who is she?" I heard Sharada's voice.
She was wearing black jeans and a black top but something about her look was different, I could see some lipstick and mascara on her face. And don't forget that her cheeks were more reddish. If she worked at the stage, should she have make-up? Maybe there was some special person.
"Who is she?" Sharada asked and looked at me. "Mikan, I asked you this question two times already. I know that you can answer."
"Her name is Hotaru Imai, um, that's all I know about her."
"Oh my God," her face got paler, "she can't be the Hotaru Imai, she can't be Natsume's cousin, right?"
"Well, the last fact I don't know, but her name is Hotaru Imai and she knows Natsume Hyuuga."
"Uf," she breathed in the hall's air and smiled, "you should go there and talk with her, it was nice to meet you but it seems that I need to go to my class."
"Okay," I smiled at her, "bye besti."
"Byeeee, Mikan Sakuraaaa!" She hugged me and ran out the school's hall.
"That girl can run fast," I turned my head to see Hotaru, "are you feeling better from that bump?"
"Yes," I smiled at her, "what do you want from me?"
"We need to find out which class you're in."
"Oh," I rolled my eyes to glance at the stage, "and that's all?"
"Duh," Hotaru took out her dark Samsung Omnia i900 mobile phone to write a text message to someone.
After two minutes you could hear a beep.
New message
"Um, can we go?" I looked at Hotaru; she was trying to focus on the text message. Her thumb moved from left to right as she answered the message.
'Khem, will she give me a little attention?' I thought and sat down at the hall's floor. They had a red carpet all around the hall; at least my ass wouldn't be cold.
After ten minutes, Hotaru Imai finally stopped sending text messages.
"Stand up, phlegm."
"Hey, I'm not phlegm," her eyes looked at me with an annoyed look.
"Will you shut up?"
"Hey," I looked at her, "why are you so angry?"
"My best friends are going shopping with the guys," she started walking towards the doorway, "when I need to show you our school."
"Um," I swallowed down my saliva, "I'm sorry."
She didn't even turn her head to nod back or say something. Was she ignoring me?
I wanted to move this thought out of my head, I turned my head to the stage and saw a blond-haired girl, and she was talking with someone.
'Whoever she is, she must be very lucky to be part of the show.'
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Were this school's hallways becoming larger by the second? Or was it just me? Well, right now I still couldn't explain it.
Hotaru wasn't talking with me at first but then, in the middle of one hallway, she asked me if I liked the concert.
I said yes.
She just nodded.
Our conversation was over.
God, can other conversations be beastly boring? Oh, right, once it was just like that.
When I was studying at Drebal High School, I was having a crush on one of my classmates.
When we were left alone at the cafeteria, I couldn't even say a word. I knew that my face was red, and I know he saw it because after that time he started to tease me.
Of course, my feelings for him disappeared really fast, in one week or so.
From that time I realized that my classmates' brains were the same size as monkey brains.
Our teachers described it as a part of boy's puberty. Us, girls, just said that they were idiots from birth.
Well, maybe after birth, they fell out of their baby beds and hit their pretty heads on the floor. But that's a different story.
I looked at Hotaru, she was one year older than me, and maybe she was having the same problem with her classmates.
"Um," my voice was in the same level as my grandfather's voice and this way I coughed, and she looked at me, "are you having idiots in your class too?"
Silence
Maybe I said something wrong.
Then, I heard some beautiful chuckles. Hotaru Imai was chuckling.
"Hell yeah, our teachers says that they were idiots from birth."
"Oh, our, well, my old school's teacher said that they were going through puberty, and that's why they were a bit weird."
"Our teacher said that last year, but this year he realized that they are idiots, and I bet almost every guy from my class have gotten over puberty, but some people says that puberty lasts till you're eighteen years."
"Oh my, I still have one year and two months to go."
"Nine months to go." She smiled at me and asked, "I hope that you're going to enjoy 3-B collective, I know nine, um, ten from them and those dudes and chicks are really friendly."
"I hope it too, um, why does Andrean High School add new students in October, not September?"
"We have a different system here from other schools, in June, July, August and September we have vacation.
"Wow, I love this school even more."
"But we are studying more and this way our school usually ends at 4.00 P.M., when others go home at 2 or 3 P.M."
"Ouch, that's not cool."
"Don't tell me, in the first semester it was annoying, but then I started to like this school's system."
"Hm," I thought and started to bite my lips, it was one habit from kindergarten, when I was stressing I bit my lips.
"Easy, you're going to taste blood soon if you keep biting your lips that hard."
"It's okay; I love to be a vampire." I smiled and she chuckled and stopped to walk. "We're here; I hope that you're going to remember the way back to the hall and different spots."
"As if," I snickered, Hotaru only smiled at me and turned towards the metallic doors, in the middle of those doors were two simple signs.
A number and a letter
They, together made a secret combination, in other words, they made the'3-B'
Hotaru slowly pulled down the metallic door's knob and soon we were in front of twenty two glances, well, twenty three.
"Miss Mikan Sakura, finally you're here," in front of me stood a guy with blond hair and weird clothes.
"Mister Narumi is the theater club's president; he's going to be your class educator." Hotaru whispered it and turned her gaze to Narumi, "Yeah, I'm really sorry for being late, I couldn't find Mikan Sakura because she got lost in our school's hallways."
'Wow, she can lie very good." I thought and glanced at Mister Narumi, to my surprise, he was smiling.
"Its okay, Miss Hotaru Imai, I will forgive you."
"So, can I go?" Hotaru asked and looked at Narumi for an answer, "Sure, darling, you can go," he replied in a really sweet voice.
"Okay, bye Mikan, I hope that we're going to meet tomorrow in the lunch break." She waved her hand and ran out of the class.
Now it was me, a teacher and unknown people.
"Well, Mikan, maybe you're going to introduce yourself to your class?" Narumi asked and smiled at me.
"Um, sure," I was ready to continue but the doors interrupted me and all people's eyes turned away from me to meet a blond haired girl.
She was breathing really hard; I could see some sweat traveling down her forehead. Her cheeks were red but her skin was pale.
"I'm – so – sorry," she said between gasps.
"That's okay, Nonoko," the teacher smiled at her and put his palms on my shoulders, "this girl, Mikan Sakura, is a break and hip hop dancer, if you want to join our school's hip-hopers and b-dancers, then you can ask our great Nonoko."
I could see a slight blush on her face, "Um, hi, my name is Nonoko Ogasawara."
"Mikan Sakura," I smiled and clapped my hand to show how friendly I was, of course, my new classmates were watching me as if I was an alien from Mars.
Well, that was my habit, always looking weird.
This way I wasn't having lot friends. So what? I don't need them, and they don't need me. Wasn't I already telling you this thingy?
Mister Narumi squeezed my shoulders and I came back to reality.
In front of me stood the same beautiful creature. It seemed that she had come closer to me when I was analyzing why I didn't need more friends.
"Did you say anything?"
"Do you want to join the B-dancers?" She looked at me with her blue orbs. She looked like a nymph from the stories my mom was reading when I was five years old. Could nymphs be alive?
"Um," I muttered, when half of my mind was admiring that creature's beauty, "I think that I could give it a chance. Finally, I finished my sentence.
She only nodded and walked away from me, her blond hair was moving with every step she took.
"Nonoko Ogasawara is one of our school's cutest and friendliest girls, this way I admire her." Narumi whispered it in a really soft voice.
"You're right," I was still stunned by her charm and beauty; she was like an alive porcelain doll and her slim figure made her look even better.
"Okay then, Mikan Sakura, can you please continue your introduction?" Narumi removed his palms from my shoulders; somehow it gave me courage to introduce myself.
"Hi, my name is Mikan Sakura, I'm sixteen years old and I was studying at Drebal High School -" I was ready to continue but the classroom's silence stopped me. Everyone was looking, no, glaring at me.
'Did I say something wrong?' I thought as I repeated my introduction in my head. I said my name, how old I am and my last school.
No, I didn't say anything wrong, then why were they glaring at me?
I heard some whispers around the classroom.
"Heh, Mimi, did you hear what she said?"
"Clearly, Melina, she was studying at Drebal High School, at least she realized that our school is better."
"Oh my god, was she studying at Drebal High School?"
"Yeah, the school for sluts and pimps, hard to believe that such a cute girl was studying at such a weird school."
"Um, so she is a slut?"
"Don't think so."
I could feel how my cheeks started to burn; I will not deny that at my last school there were a lot of girls, who liked to be sluttish. But still, I felt embarrassed.
Mister Narumi started to clap his hands, "Isn't that great? At last we have one student in our class who comes from Drebal High School."
I could only smile; Mister Narumiwas definitely better then my old school's teachers. Even Miss Samantha was strict when boys from my class weren't listening to her.
"Okay, thanks for your introduction; now you can choose where you're going to sit." He smiled and showed me an empty seat right beside the window.
"Thank you," I said and walked to my seat, it was near the teacher's desk and right beside the window. I removed my black bag from my shoulder and put it on my desk.
I heard some snickers; they were coming from behind me. I gazed back and saw a group of girls. They were laughing, looking at me and pointing their index fingers at me.
'Another Mean Girls,' I smiled a naughty smile and looked at Narumi. He was saying something to a black haired girl. It seemed like it was something really important because he was talking really fast.
"And then you need to add herbs at the end to preserve the most flavors, with that you're going to make a perfect soup, darling."
Okay, maybe it wasn't that important, but still, now she's going to know how to make a perfect soup.
"Mister Narumi, when are this boring day going to end?" A guy, who was sitting one desk ahead me, asked.
"Ryan, don't worry, after two minutes it's going to-" Narumi couldn't finish the sentence because the bell rang.
"Well, I wish you a happy semester and please, don't break our school's rules this year."
"Okay, Narumi," everyone, expect me said in unison.
"You're free for this day; enjoy it because tomorrow you're going to start study again."
"Woo hoo," my new classmates shouted and ran away, expect one girl, she stopped beside my desk, turned her head and looked at me and said, "Welcome to Andrean High School, I hope that you're going to enjoy your time here, you can call me Mimi, bye."
And then she ran away, I couldn't even say 'thank you' to her.
"Mikan," Narumi spoke, "do you want to know your schedule for tomorrow?"
I nodded and he took a paper and wrote down my lesson's schedule. He was scribbling and scribbling, I hoped that I wouldn't have a lot of lessons tomorrow because then my backpack would be really heavy.
Narumi smiled and gave me the paper. I scanned it and found only six lessons.
Math (Algebra) with Serenity Molan
Biology with Andon Philion
Music with Elizabeth Ritchens
Chemistry with Eva Gronberg
Art with Dan Karion
Math (Geometry) with Serenity Molan
I hope that Serenity Molan wouldn't be like Mrs. Gringer, she was the devil, walking in woman shoes and clothes, and maybe the way her breasts were as big as basketball balls.
Of course, they weren't real. Mrs. Gringer was a fan of Plastic Surgery; this way she loved to have operations to put in some bigger breast implants and make botox injections.
"Is there something wrong with your schedule, Sakura?" Narumi's voice returned me to the reality, just then I realized that I had been watching the paper all the time, focusing on my new school's subjects.
"No, no, no." I tried to smile and a slight blush crept onto my face, and I saw how Mister Narumi's face brightened.
"Don't be shy, Mikan Sakura, if there's something you don't like, then tell me about it."
"No, everything is fine with my new school's schedule; I just wanted to ask if Serenity Molan is a sweet or strict teacher?"
"She's a sweet teacher toward good students and a strict teacher to bad students. Every teacher is like that on our school, Sakura; all you need to do is choose what kind of student you're going to be; bad or good." He looked at his wristwatch and sighed, "Well then, that's all I wanted to say to you, you're going to get your new semester books on Friday, till that time you will need to buy some note books, got it?"
"Yes, Mister Narumi," I smiled at him and took my black bag from my desk.
"Call me Narumi, Miss Mikan."
"Then call me Mikan, Narumi." I smiled at him and walked closer to the teacher's desk.
"But I have only one question, why Bloody Lovers are so popular?" I asked and he only smiled, "Because they can make girls scream and faint, and because of this all of the Bloody Lover's band members are the teachers' favorite students. Class 4- B is a really sweet and nice class; if you were only one year older then you would know what I'm talking about right now."
"If I had been born a few months earlier, then I would go in class 4-B."
"But look at the bright side, you will find more friends in this class, and maybe someone from class 4-B"
"You're right," I smiled at my teacher, "um, are you the drama class teacher too?"
"Yup, and I would be really if I'd see you there."
"Okay, I will try to visit the first lesson."
"And the others too, a lot of people from class 4-B goes to my drama class too."
"Is Hotaru Imai going there too?"
"Yup, as I said, almost everyone from 4-B comes to my drama class." He smiled and looked at his Swatch wristwatch again.
"What's wrong?" I asked and looked at the clock; it was put upside the doors.
"I'm having a really important meeting with the other teachers in half an hour, so, it would be a lot better if we stop our conversation right here." He smiled at me and I understood that it was time for me to go to the principal's office.
I started to move closer to the doors when Narumi looked at me and said, "Mikan Sakura, be careful, don't get on the bad student list, then your school life is going to be harder then to the students who are on the good list."
"Don't worry; I won't be in that list." And with that I opened and closed the class' doors.
I was gazing at the white doors for some seconds, then I turned around to go away, but something stopped me.
"Hi, Cinderella," I was afraid to turn around, no, he shouldn't be here, he should be at his home or hanging out with his friends, not here at school, "long time since we've met, right?"
"Yeah, we haven't met for more then 15 hours." I tried to sound cool, but I still couldn't mutter more words.
"Why don't you turn around? Then I would feel more comfortable because I don't like to talk with people's spines."
"Okay," I turned around to see him, my charming prince, he was standing right in front of me, smiling like an idiot but somehow I didn't feel the urge to laugh, I felt the urge to get down on one knee and say, 'I like you idiot, can't you see it?' but no, I couldn't do it and I will never do it.
"So, why didn't you tell me that you're going to study at Andrean High School?"
"My grandmother surprised me with 'the news' about my new school."
"Hn, then welcome to Andrean High School, it's nice to see you here."
"Thanks." I tried not to blush but I think that I failed.
"You know that your face is really red, maybe you're sick." He leaned closer to me and laid his forehead against mine.
Ba-thump, Ba- thump, Ba- thump, Ba- thump
I felt how everything inside me started to dance 'the happy dance', I wanted to jump up and down, to roll on the floor and to fly away from this school with Koko Yume.
"No, you aren't sick, so, there must be another reason that you're red, but which one is it?" He asked himself and smiled at me.
'The reason is you.'
Someone in the hallway opened some class's doors. I could only hear footsteps that were coming our way.
Koko moved away from me and my heartbeat got slower and slower.
'Please, God, give me some proof if you hate me.' I thought and looked at that person who was coming toward us.
His Nike snickers were being dragged along the hallway's floor. His jeans were black, on his t-shirt was printed some dude, at the left side of his T-shirt were the words: 'Show me tha money', in his ears was a pair of earphones and he was wearing a black cap and sunglasses.
'Sunglasses in October, really good pick.' I wanted to smile a naughty smile. God, I felt so evil just looking at that guy. I wanted to smash his sunglasses on the floor and rip his black cap.
And I wanted to break his MP4 or Ipod, whatever he was listening.
I glanced at Koko; he was smiling at the guy and started to walk closer to him.
They shook hands, which mean one thing, they were friends and everything between them was fine.
'Who could it be?' I thought and took a closer peek at that guy. Somehow, I had a feeling that I knew him.
And then like a reflex, he looked at me with his black sunglasses, as if scanning me.
I was looking at him with a 'so-what?' look and he threw a smirk at me. Ugh, he reminded me about that Nat- Nat, um, yeah, he reminded me of Nat, that jerk and gay.
He took out his earphone and started to say something. I couldn't hear what he said but I could her Koko very well.
He said something.
"No, no, nooo way mahn." Koko answered and laughed.
Now he said something with a smirk.
"Okay, I'm going to call her tonight."
I didn't have any ideas about what they were talking about, but the word 'her' somehow made me sick. Koko didn't have a girlfriend, right?
No, I couldn't stand here like that and watch how they were making guy-guy talk. I hated to be left alone like a nerd. This way I never talked to guys for more then ten minutes, after ten minutes they would start saying some stupid things or start talk with their pals. They forget about you as they do with their ex-girlfriends. How stupid, right?
I sighed and fixed my black Urban Expressions Galliera Tote. My mother bought it in Paris; she told me that it was the most popular bag at the shop. Too bad that she couldn't find some bag pins with hearts or silly texts to decorate my black Tote.
"Hey, come here!" I heard Koko's voice and automatically started to walk towards him and his friend.
"You can go home." He said simply and coolly, but I felt like an arrow pierced my heart.
That's okay, Mikan. He's with his pal and he doesn't want to look weird, talking with a girl who isn't his girlfriend, not paying attention to his friend.
I smiled and nodded but a husky voice suddenly disturbed me.
"Auch, Koko, why are you a heart breaker?"
"I'm not, I just wanted to tell her because maybe she's going to get bored standing there all the time."
"I won't, Koko." I smiled at him, but his face didn't show any other emotions.
"Don't worry, he's moody today." The guy removed his sunglasses to show his crimson eyes.
Wait, no one can have crimson eyes expect…
"YOU!" I almost shouted it.
"It took really long time for you to realize," Natsume smirked and put his hand around my shoulders.
"Hey, hand off!" His smirk grew wider but he removed his hand from my shoulders. I breathed in and out to hide my anger.
'That jerk, God, why did you make such a cold hearted person?'
"Natsume, stop being so mean to that poor girl." A sweet and lovely voice came behind me.
"I'm not being mean, Luna." His eyes were gazing at the person who was standing behind me.
"Well, you were mean towards Cinderella." Koko spoke and a blush crept on my face, why was he calling me Cinderella?
"Who's a Cinderella here?" The sweet and cute voice asked.
"She," Koko aired his index finger toward me, "my little Cinderella."
I felt how my cheeks were burning. I wanted to yelp and scream. He said that I was his little Cinderella.
My world started spinning and I felt how my body heat was raising. What was happening to me?
"I need to go, bye." I said and turned around to run away. In front of me I saw a blond haired girl with a nice figure. Her hair was curled. She was smiling at me.
I didn't mutter any word and she just said, "Bye." I only nodded.
"Bye Cinderella." I heard Koko say.
I smiled and ran away. On my way I passed two teachers, they were around fifty years old. They looked angry and said something like - "Kids nowadays hit puberty too fast."
The girl's bathroom wasn't far away. At last Hotaru said where it was located.
When I reached it, I saw the Mean Girls again. They were making gossips about somebody. Poor person, I really felt pity for it.
"… yeah, totally, her name sounds so stupid."
"Aga, she said it with such a French accent that it made me crack up."
"It's hard to believe that she's Ruka's childhood friend."
"Where did you get that information from?"
"Girl, go to AHS homepage, then click at school activities, at that page click at bands, there you're going to see Bloody Lover's name, click on them. In the next page you're going to see on the left side, with black colored font, words. Click on the Bio section, there you're going to see their biography."
"Wow, you know it so well."
"Daa, I'm their official fan and Ruka's fan girl, kyaaa, he's so hootttt."
"Ehem, unknown girl in our zone," all Mean Girl heads turned towards me, "and guess what, it's our new classmate."
"Oh, hi darling," The blond haired girl, who seemed like the clique's leader, smiled at me and soon asked, "what do you want?"
I didn't say anything, just walked to one of bathroom's sinks.
Their eyes were still gazing at me. I wouldn't be surprised if back in the hallway I would find a hole in my T-Shirt.
"Will you stop looking at me?" I asked them, not turning my eyes from my hands.
I heard some gasps and whispers.
"And stop whispering when I'm here, that's not nice." I said and smiled at their confused looks.
God, I loved to make people confused. All those cool people started to look normal. At those times nerds were in the same level as the cool people.
"Okay, I will go now, you can start the stupid gossip again, bye, I hope to see you all in algebra, first lesson, don't forget it." I said and stumped out of the girl's bathroom.
After closing the door, I walked away to the principal office, on my way I heard someone shouting the word "Bitch" behind me. I smirked and continued walking.
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End of Chapter
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~LCG