Chapter Two

"Oh shit. I want a knife like that." Mikan Sakura mumbled as she liked and re-blogged the post, showing a knife that cut though a huge stack of newspaper like it was nothing. The noise it made made shivers run down her spine.

No, she's not a killer. But she liked sharp things, despite hating pain.

She took a quick glance to the digital clock on her right as it read in huge bold digits, '12:01'. Mikan let out a sigh as she heard a Skype notification.

Hoe 1: I saw that quote. Change my name.

She snickered as she quickly typed in a reply.

OrangeDinosaurLand: But everyone in my contacts is like that! Hoe 1, Hoe 2, Hoe 3. Just like how for you I'm Idiot 1.

Mikan grinned as she watched as Hotaru Imai stopped typing before starting again.

She'd gotten her.

Hoe 1: Right. Well anyway, check DeviantArt. Your notifications are roasted.

OrangeDinosaurLand: How do you know that?

Hoe 1: Are you seriously asking me that question?

Well she had a good point there.

Hoe 1: Let's just video chat and make life easier.

OrangeDinosaurLand: After you.

Smiling at the call request from 'Hoe 1'. Immediately answering she grinned as Hotaru stared back at her with her violet eyes. Her jet black hair was a little messy – since the Imai looked like she had just woken up, clad in a black tank top.

"Morning, Miss Imai." Mikan greeted formally with amusement clear in her tone. Hotaru merely rolled her eyes before looking back at her computer screen.

"Just check DA, Dino." The nickname 'Dino' was given to her by Hotaru ever since she had told her how much she missed her Dinosaur brothers and sisters. Mikan had identified her self as a Baryonyx. She was a Dino Nerd, ever since for a lesson they had to learn about Dinosaurs.

So now, Mikan Sakura was also a walking 'Dinosaur Encyclopedia'.

Clicking on one of her pinned tabs she hitched her breath as she saw that she had 1409 notifications.

"What the fuck! It's never gone over 300 notifications, since I check it often!" She exclaimed. Hotaru chuckled and shook her head.

"Just click."

Clicking onto the notifications icon, she frowned as she saw a huge banner.

Mikan Sakura – as you and a few others here on DeviantArt have been aiming for getting into the art school 'Young Artist's Alice Academy'.

"Hotaru, Hotaru, Hotaru, Hotaru-"

"Shut up and read the entire thing."

And as you all didn't know – we actually watch your art and select students.

"HOTARU, OH MY GOD IT'S-"

"Shut up. Keep going."

So Mikan – also known as 'Orange Dinosaur'. We're giving you an invitation to come-

"HOTA-"

"Screen share is on, shut up, keep going."

Join us here at Young Artist's Alice Academy'. We've sent you a parcel that should arrive tomorrow. We hope we get a reply from you, from your Guardian.

Mikan gaped looking at Hotaru who stared at her with an amusing smirk.

"To answer one of your upcoming questions – yes I did get one to."

"So we're both going to 'Young Artist's Alice Academy'?"

"Yes."

"Can I come over later and eat pizza at your house?"

"After telling your granddad."

This folks, is where we have a two hour fight between Sakura Koyomi and Sakura Mikan.

"Jii-chan! This is my future – I've been fucking selected for an the best Art School nationally!"

"Mind your language. You really think you can manage in a boarding school? You'll cry on the first night! I know you Mikan-"

"You do not know me."

"Excuse me? I've been raising you since you were two years old, Mikan."

"Oh really? You know what's going on in my brain? Who I've having out with? What my dream is?" She exclaimed making him frown.

"Why don't you tell me then, Mikan? This mask won't get you anywhere.

Mask.

A mask.

"I am not wearing a mask. I'm just tired of having to play 'Angel' all the time."


A / N

I actually changed it slightly, so this chapter slightly contradicts things in the first. If it confuses you, just PM me, or ask me in the reviews.

Yoshida Haru