Good Morning With Mikan
The sun's rays shine on the face of a brunette, who herself has a smile even brighter than it. Her alarm had already gone off 20 minutes ago, but it eventually gave up since she was too deep in her dreams. Yes, our dearest no-star, no wait, single-star now, was going to have another blast today, literally.
"Oh, Hotaru-kun…" the brunette said, kissing the pillow she was hugging. She was still in her deep sleep and doesn't realize that the door opened, revealing a girl with eyes in the shade of purple and darkly colored hair. She was this brunette's supposed best friend, even after all the tormenting she gets.
"Idiot…" the girl whispered to herself when she saw the brunette. She took out something from behind her and aimed it towards the sleeping girl, shooting her awake.
BAKA! BAKA! BAKA!
"Aaahhh! No!" the brunette screamed. And as if the Baka Gun was not enough, she fell face flat on the floor. "Oww…" she groaned, "Hotaru, you're so mean."
"Mikan, you should be thanking me. You're going to be late again," hotaru said coolly.
"What?" Mikan asked, wondering what Hotaru was talking about. Standing up, she looked at the alarm clock and then her eyes shot wide open. "OH NO!" she yelled, running wildly around her room, preparing herself for class.
"Idiot…" Hotaru murmured again. "I already invented a clock for you. Invention 039, Idiot Clock… it can also be the Mikan Alarm Clock since it's the same. This clock yells at you or even calls you names for you to wake up and won't stop until you do. But I think it can't handle an idiot such as you, Mikan…" she turned back and told her, "I'm going now. I don't wanna be late."
"No! Hotaru! WAIT!" BANG. Too late. She hit her face on the door. "Oww…" she said, rubbing her forehead. She was still not ready, and it will take her centuries to look for her stuff in her jungle of a room. She look at her clock.
"OH NO! NOW I WILL REALLY BE LATE!"
minutes later...
Mikan was running as fast as she could towards their classroom. 'I can't be late!' she thought. 'I can't go back to being that "no-star"!' The thought carried her away. She closed her eyes and convinced herself that it wasn't going to happen. 'No Mikan! You can reach your classroom! You can make it!' she thought to herself.
Then, as usual, being klutzy and everything, she collided real hard with someone. To her bad luck, it was the least person she wanted to see.
"Polka-dots, watch were you're going, will ya? You successfully knocked me out this time." An irritated raven-haired boy said, annoyed, as he was standing up. She looked at him and pouted, "What? Oh, sorry Natsume!" and in an instant she smiled, like she always did everyday.
"Here," Ruka said, holding out a hand to help the brunette.
"Thanks!" she said cheerfully, taking the hand he offered. "Good Morning Ruka! Good Morning Natsume!" she told them. This was becoming some sort of a routine for her.
"Good morning, Mikan," Ruka replied with a smile.
"Let's go Ruka." Natsume said, completely ignoring Mikan. She pouts but in an instant, she puts another one of her bright smiles on her face. Truly, she was going to have a blast, again, literally.
"Hotaru!" she said as she lunged towards her bestfriend with open arms, and once again she took out her Baka Gun.
BAKA! BAKA! BAKA!
"Oh no. Here we go again." Yuu sighs as he helps Mikan up.
"Thanks, Yuu! Hotaru, you didn't wait for me again today!" she told her best friend, but she didn't budge. "Neh, Hotaru. Why didn't you wait for me?" she asked.
Still no reply.
"Hotaru...?" she motioned closer to her best friend's face and then it took her by surprise: the boxing glove from her desk hit Mikan hard on her face.
"Kya!"
"You just dont get enough do you?" asks Hotaru.
"I can't help it!" she replied, pouting, and then smiled widely. "I just love you so much!"
"Idiot..." said Hotaru.
"Polka-dots, will you keep it down just for once? Your excessive happiness can be disturbing." said Natsume, putting down his manga.
"Well sorry for bothering you with my 'excessive happiness! And my name is Mikan! Not Polka-dots! M-I-K-A-N!" she said, slowly spelling her name so that Natsume might finally absorb it in his head.
"What's the matter, Little Girl? Have trouble spelling your own name?" he asked, coolly.
"Never mind. It's useless talking to a pervert like you," she said, sitting on her place.
"Natsume, Narumi will be coming soon. Should we skip his class now?" asked Ruka, patting his bunny. Natsume stood up and started walking towards the door. Assuming this was a yes, Ruka immediately followed. Moments later, a happy Mr. Narumi enters the room and greets the class with a smile.
madoka-san: i need inspiration...
mikan: i like it actually! you edited it?
madoka-san: it's not that good.yeah i did.
mikan: it's all right it's your first fic isn't it?
madoka-san: yeah
natsume: oh yeah, she wasn't wearing polka dots today. it was a pink one with strawberries in it.
madoka-san: (giggles)
mikan: (blushes, pouts) pervert! who asked you!
natsume: you're the one who's showing your panties to other people.
madoka-san: hahaha... are they always like this hotaru?
hotaru: ever since they met...