Hey guys! I'm back with my second fanfic. Hopefully, my writing has gotten slightly better and it'll be more interesting to read. I know the most perfect song to use as a 'theme' I guess you could say for this story… *drum roll*

'ET- Katy Perry' *

Hope you enjoy it~
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Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice or 'ET by Katy Perry'

Chapter 1:

You're so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?
Your touch magnetizing
Feels like I am floating, leaves my body glowing

They say be afraid
You're not like the others, futuristic lover
Different DNA
They don't understand you

You're from a whole other world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light…*

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Jii-chan said from behind me. "There's plenty of good schools here…"

I turned around to look at the old man—his brow furrowed in frustration. Giving me more the reason to tighten my grasp on the video in my hands.

"Yes Jii-chan! I really want to go to this school," I replied for the hundredth time this morning. Turning around, I continued walking towards the post office; it was less then a block away now. The hot rays of the August sun caused my shorts to stick to my legs.

"I might even see Hotaru again" I grinned as I thought about my best friend. We had always talked about one day going to this famous school, and she was already lucky enough to be attending it!

*Flash back- 3 years ago*

"Hey!" I called out to the raven-haired girl in front of me—running to catch up with her.

"Hotaru, I got a Gakuen Alice brochure in the mail!" I thrust the sheet of paper in her pale face when I finally reached her. She scowled and pushed it away; a look of annoyance crossed her face when her amethyst orbs met my hazel.

Hotaru pulled out a paper from her backpack and displayed it in front of my face. It took a moment for what she was showing me to clue in.

"You got one too!" I jumped with glee. "Maybe this means we're definitely destined to go together!"

Baka! Baka! Baka!

I fell down on the dusty road; rubbing my bruised head I looked up at her.

"Owww! Hotarrruuu," I whined, pushing the hair from my eyes.

"Baka, everyone in town got one in their mailbox"

My eyes widened. "Whoa, everyone is going to go to the Academy too?"

Her stoic expression twitched and she muttered something under her breath.

"Moron," I heard before she started on her way again.

Brrrriiiinnnnggg!

I got up quickly—succeeding only in falling back down on my face.

"Hotarrruuu!" I whined running after her, "Wait for me, I don't want to be late for class again!"

*Time Skip*

I burst through the door into Mrs. Martinez's grade 7 science room—all heads turned towards me. Gulping, I adjusted my backpack.

Curse my clumsiness for being late—again.

"I'm sorry I'm late! I-I couldn't get my locker open, and I fell on the wet floors… and I went to the wrong room," I rushed on.

"I'm sorry" I hung my head. After a moment of silence, I lifted my head up and saw Mrs. Martinez scowling at me. I gnawed on my bottom lip nervously.

"Ms. Sakura," her shrill voice filled the silence. "You really need to make better habits of arriving at school. Tardiness is not a good habit!"

"Yes Mrs. Martinez," I muttered.

She pointed towards my seat and I quickly rushed to the back of the room and sat down beside Hotaru. I dropped my backpack under my desk—grabbing out my orange notebook.

"Thanks for waiting," I hissed under my breath at my 'so-called' best friend.

"Your welcome," she said—not bothering to look at me while she tinkered with a small machine. I stared down at her purple notebook—images of wilting black roses littered the page. My head turned back towards her and I opened my mouth to comment.

"Ms. Sakura!" My head snapped to the front; Mrs. Martinez eyed me over her glasses, her grey hair held back from her forehead by dozens of bobby pins.

"Thank you," she said. "Now continuing with what we were talking about before we were interrupted,"

She snapped her pointer against the old chalkboard.

It read:

GAKUEN ALICE TRANSFER OPPORTUNITIES

My attention went fully on the teacher, waiting to see what she had to say that involved my dream school—Gakuen Alice; I mentally started drooling.

"There's going to be a scouting that will allow one person from our school to have the chance to attend this famous school,"

"Really!" I shouted standing up. She gave me a look and I sat down again quickly.

"You must have high grades, good attendance record," she looked at me "and the scouts will make sure you match what they are looking for, to qualify"

I sighed in disappointment—an amazing opportunity that I probably wouldn't get. Hotaru snorted under her breath, catching my attention; I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Stupid people like you won't qualify," she teased.

"Shut up," I growled.

"When the scouts are coming will be kept a secret and you won't be able to tell what they will look like" Mrs. Martinez raised her voice over the whispers of excitement.

"That's all for today, you can go for lunch" Mrs. Martinez said. I grabbed my backpack off the floor and headed towards the door along with the rest of my classmates.

"Except you, Ms. Sakura" I froze.

My fellow classmates gave me a glance as they left the room. Slowly, I turned around and looked at my science teacher—gnawing on my lip as I waited her to say the words 'Detention after school'.

"Yes," I asked hesitantly. Hotaru walked from her seat and leaned against the door. She tapped her fingers impatiently—giving me a look of 'you're making me miss part of lunch and you're going to have to buy my food'. I sighed at her in despair before returning my attention to the teacher; she eyed us back and forth with another scowl on her face.

We're probably the reason why she has so many wrinkles… I thought. She held the bridge of her nose tightly and complained about not being paid enough.

"Well this does go for both of you so I guess it's fine," she started finally. "But I know that this is important to both you and Hotaru anyways… So I thought I would give you a heads up about something"

"What?" Hotaru asked, her interest peeking. Anything that would give her important, unknown information always made her pay attention.

"Tomorrow there's going to be two teachers from Gakuen Alice coming to take a look at the school and see the students that qualify to go. They need to make sure that the students are right for the school as you know"

Our eyes widened. Did Mrs. Martinez seriously just tell us that? She said that it was going to be kept secret!

"Oh my gosh!" I explained. Hotaru came up beside me.

"They're coming here tomorrow?" Hotaru asked skeptically. Mrs. Martinez nodded, resulting in Hotaru and I sharing a look.

"They'll be the ones that seem really… different," she explained. "You girls may leave now"

We left the classroom completely shocked.

"Can you believe it?" I whispered.

"No," she looked at me and gave me a small, rare smile "maybe they'll like both of us, and let us attend,"

I smiled at the idea. "Yeah,"

"You're still buying me my lunch" she muttered walking to the cafeteria. I dramatically sighed and followed after her, fishing the money from my pocket.

*Next day*

I sat down in the empty seat beside Hotaru, panting, just as the final bell rang. She raised an eyebrow, sweeping her bangs from her eyes. She pulled her tank top strap back onto her shoulder before she spoke.

"Are you sick or something?" she asked me coolly.

"No! I'm just really excited for today so I got up really early. But I was still late so I had to run the whole way," I whispered. Hotaru rolled her eyes and continued her drawing of dying roses and hearts. Shaking my head, I grabbed my ponytails and began pulling my chestnut hair into separate pigtails. Eagerly sitting up in my chair waiting for Mrs. Martinez to begin her lesson.

I never thought I would think about wanting Mrs. Martinez to start the lesson…

Mrs. Martinez started taking the attendance and I drummed my fingers on my desk—waiting impatiently for the minutes to fly by.

"Aimi Fujita," she called.

"Here,"

"Daisuke Hironaka…Hotaru Imai," I tuned out her droning on and on.

"Mikan Sakura"

Hotaru nudged my arm and my head shot up. "Here!"

Mrs. Martinez looked over the sheet she held, at me. "Well I'm glad to see you've finally made it to class on time, Ms. Sakura. Even though there's only one day of school left until summer vacation"

"Aha," I rubbed the back of my head. "Yup!"

"Anyways, today we're going to…"

*Time Skip*

I leaned back on the old tree and let out a deep sigh. Lazily, I rolled my head towards Hotaru and watched her sketching another image.

"I swear you're emo or something," I teased her. Truth be told, she was an amazing artist—even though her sketches were all so dark and death like. I only got her to sketch something 'undark' for my birthday. Hotaru glared at me and snapped her notebook shut, flashing her Baka gun—I nervously giggled at her defensive behavior.

"…Naru we've been around the whole school and their isn't anyone!"

I raised my head and stared at the pair of strange men walking along the path in our direction—I taped Hotaru's shoulder and we watched the men approach. There was one, Naru; the one man had called him by. He has shoulder length, blonde wavy hair and cobalt blue eyes—a beauty mark under his one eye. For a guy he was wearing what appeared to be a pink blouse and dark black dress pants.

"I think he's gay…" I whispered to Hotaru. She snorted in return.

The other man looked to be quite annoyed with Naru. He has dark brown hair, bangs stopping just above his walnut colored eyes. This guy was much better dressed, with a crisp T-shirt and dark colored jeans.

"Misaki, there's got to be someone here we haven't seen yet" Naru said to Misaki. The men stopped a couple feet away from us and began arguing.

"I think they're the scouts," Hotaru monotonously said. Her nose already back in her notebook as she scribbled away. The pair of men turned their attention towards us and shared a look with each other. Naru, the blonde, walked towards us.

"Hello, ladies~" Naru smiled walking towards us. "May we sit with you?"

"Um," I looked over at Hotaru—she didn't say anything. "Sure"

The men sat down across from us—their attention turned to Hotaru and I watched the two men share another look.

"My names Narumi," Naru—er, Narumi introduced himself. "And this is Misaki"

Narumi looked at me—his eyes widened as if he were startled. "Do I know you?" he asked.

"Not that I know…" I said confused.

"Oh, sorry," Narumi ran a hand through his hair. "You just look like someone I used to know is all~"

I waved his comment off. "It's okay"

He smiled and looked back at Hotaru—who was still scribbling in her notebook.

"What are you drawing?" Narumi asked smiling from ear to ear. Hotaru looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"Me?" she replied coldly. I sweatdropped—leave it to Hotaru to act cold to two teachers from the most prestigious school in the country.

"Yes, may I see?"

Her eyes searched his face and slowly she turned her notebook around, handing it to them. Their expressions became blank and the men handed it back to Hotaru after quickly flipping through it.

"What's you're name?" Misaki questioned.

"Hotaru Imai" she said coolly.

"Age?"

"13"

"What's your class average?"

"95"

"Nice" The two men whistled. I was completely invisible by now and my eyes widened with the realization.

They're interested in Hotaru!

"How many times have you been late for class?"

"Never"

"Grade?"

"7, going into 8"

Narumi clapped his hands twice and both men stood up. The blonde held a hand out to Hotaru and she slowly took it—he shook her hand, thanking her for answering their questions then disappeared back down the path from which they had came.

"What just happened?" I asked. My best friend shrugged her shoulders and stood up.

"Let's go to your place," she said changing the subject. "I'm hungry and your Jii-chan got more crab brains"

"Okay!" I cheered. We stood up and headed the opposite direction from the pair of scouts.

"How did you know we got more crab brains?" I asked her when we reached the road. She held up her compact and I grabbed it from her—inside a screen replaced the mirror and there were little controls where the powder was suppose to be. I stared at the screen and my jaw dropped.

"Why does this show my kitchen?" I questioned. A brand new jar of crab brains sat on the counter and I sweatdropped—Hotaru merely shrugged at the question. Sighing at my best friend's weird ways, I started fanning myself with my Gakuen Alice brochure.

"It's so hot out" I whined, glaring up at the sun. The grass was buzzing with insects and there wasn't any breeze blowing what so ever.

"I could give you one of my automatic cooling devices," Hotaru murmured, turning slightly to allow me to see a fan in front of her face, held out from the straps of her bag. A blast of cool air hit my face and I drooled at the idea of having one.

"For a price that is," and she turned back around—taking with her my hope in ever having a fan, especially made by Hotaru. I made a face and stuck my lip out—the beginnings of a puppy dog face.

"It won't work" was all she said.

I hate when she knows what I'm going to do, I mentally grumbled. When the edge of the iron fence surrounding my house came into view, I fished the key out of my pocket. Hotaru pushed the gate open and we headed towards the two story white house that I called home. The blue paint on the window trims was starting to peel off and the porch was definitely in need of a redo.

This summer I'll start cleaning this place up.

"It's so quiet around here now" Hotaru murmured while I stuck the key into the rusty lock. She began pulling at the strings of her black shorts.

"I know," I said. Finally the door unlocked and I pushed it open with my shoulder—Hotaru walked in behind me and shut the door. She made her way to the kitchen, handing me her bag. I scowled at her back, and walked towards the stairs to set the bags away.

I lightly pressed my finger on the photo of my parent's before dropping my bag, plus Hotaru's on the floor. It's already been 7 years since my parents, Kenji and Asami Haseki, passed away and 5 years since I learned I was actually adopted. I still don't know who my real Mom and Dad are yet, I'll find out one day.

But ever since my adoptive parent's death, it's just been my Jii-chan and I living here. It's quiet, but it's nice too.

I walked into the kitchen to see Hotaru on the counter—stuffing her face with the crab brains; all sense of dignity lost. It was moments like these when her stoic expression changed into pure joy—I don't know how crab brains can make her so happy; but I've never been fond of the gross seafood anyways.

"Hotaru, you're going to eat the whole jar in a couple minutes," I reminded her before I burst into a fit of giggles.

"What?" she asked through a mouthful. She put the lid back on the jar and wiped her mouth off. I walked towards her and opened the fridge, scanning the items for anything that tickled my interest.

"Tell your Jii-chan that I said thank you for the crab brains"

"Sure" I shook my head, grabbing a bottle of water.

"So, what do think those scouts wanted?" I asked sitting down beside her.

Hotaru grabbed a pen off the counter and began sketching on her leg. "Maybe they were doing their job, to 'scout'"

"Other then that…" I sipped my drink. "I think they're going to choose you though!" I lightly nudged her shoulder. Hotaru stopped drawing on her leg and looked at me; her eyes became unreadable.

"But the student they pick has to have 'something' that sets them apart from everyone else. I don't think I have that quality," she said. "If I did, I think they would've said something about it"

"What are you talking about? You are the smartest kid in our school, you can make inventions that could make you rich, and you're an amazing artist!" I said. "If that doesn't set you apart from us, then Gakuen Alice would be stupid not to let you in"

Hotaru stared at me for a moment. "Then what about you"

I waved off her comment. "There's no way I would get in, my attendance record and my grades show that—maybe in a few years... Plus I don't think I have the 'qualities' they were looking for. It's definitely going to be you"

"You know if your right, then I'm not going to be able to see you"

I set the bottle of water down—my stomach turning at the thought. "Well… I guess we'll have to see. You know there's also a thing called 'sending letters'"

She merely shrugged. I grabbed a bright red apple from a basket behind us and rubbed it against my shirt. Hotaru swiped it from me, mumbling thanks.

"I'm staying the night," Hotaru coolly said, before she bit into the apple.

"You didn't need to take my apple. There's more behind you!" I whined.

"Oh, I thought you were cleaning it for me" she shoved the half ate apple in my face. "Want it back?"

"No, not anymore" I grumbled pushing the apple back at her.

"That's what I thought"

Sighing, I jumped from the counter and went to grab the extra futon—Hotaru trailing behind me. I walked to my room after pulling the futon from the shelf. The stairs creaked as we went up them and Hotaru made a comment about me falling through.

"I'm not fat," I glared at her.

"Who said anything about you being fat?" her eyes twinkled with mischief and I stared at her.

I'm going to get you back when you least expect it… I turned around once again and skipped the last couple of stairs reaching the top floor finally. Walking along the old, hardwood floors, I headed towards the door at the end of the hall—marked 'Mikan'. The smell of strawberry perfume wafted around us when I opened the door—my favorite, I thought.

My walls were littered with hundreds of Hotaru's sketches (that weren't dark) and the pink paint underneath was basically completely hidden. Hotaru had said she liked it that way, since she hated pink—she was into the 'dark stuff'; she's totally going gothic I swear.

"I see you forgot to clean your room again" Hotaru snorted.

"Hold on," I blushed, grabbing laundry and tossing it into my hamper. I sped around the room setting things back on their proper shelves—clearing a spot on the floor for us. "There, it's clean"

I spread the futon across the floor and I set a pillow and a couple bed sheets on top.

"Ta-da" I grinned at my somewhat anti-social friend; She hadn't moved from her spot leaning against the doorframe, eating the last of the apple. I pulled out my own futon from under my bed and set it up beside hers. Downstairs a door was opened and shut—I heard the footsteps going to the kitchen and I stood up, stretching.

"Jii-chan's home" I announced to no one in particular. We left my room and went to the kitchen.

"Welcome back, Jii-chan" I smiled.

The aging man turned and smiled at the two of us. "Hello girls,"

Hotaru nodded in greeting, giving him a tiny smile as we pulled out chairs from the table and sat down.

"Are you staying the night, Hotaru?" he asked.

"Yes, if that's okay"

"Of course, you're basically apart of the family now" Jii-chan grinned, handing each of us each a bowl of steaming stew.

"The young lady next door came over and gave me a steaming hot, pot of stew on my way home," Jii-chan said. "Nice to have a good, wholesome meal once in a while—especially for free"

He put bread on the table and sat down across from us—we devoured everything in a matter of minutes before Jii-chan sent us off to my room.

When we got to my room, Hotaru pulled out a bunch of metal objects and her tools—She literally started welding the pieces together in my room. I was seated behind a bullet proof glass wall while she welded—I don't know how or where she got this, but I didn't say anything. When she finished she held up a two sets of goggle like glasses.

"What is it?" I asked her, coming from behind the glass wall.

"Prototype glasses, that allow you gain more knowledge while studying," she replied coolly.

"Nice," I whistled. "Why did you make two?"

"One to show the investors and another to continue upgrading"

"But won't you get it back after you show the investors?"

"Probably," she said, packing her tools away. "It's just to work on while I wait"

"Ohh, I see" I yawned. We got into our futons and turned onto our stomachs; Hotaru continued to tinker with the one pair of goggles throughout the night. I fell asleep watching her.

*Time Skip*

"Mmm," I mumbled, turning around in my sleep.

"Mikan, get up…"

"Five more minutes" I yawned.

"Baka, get up, you'll be late for school"

"Mmm,"

Baka! Baka! Baka!

My face squished against the floor and a stream of drool puddled around my chin. I blinked back the harsh light of the morning sun; sitting up, I wiped the drool from my chin.

"I'm up," I grumbled.

Hotaru glared down at me—her hair was already neatly brushed, and she was wearing fresh new clothes. She taped her foot impatiently.

"You have two minutes to get ready or I'm leaving without you"

"What!" I shouted. I sat up quickly and flew around my room grabbing clothes and rushing to the bathroom.

"Why didn't you wake me sooner?" I called from the bathroom.

"I needed to get ready myself, and by the time I was finished it was already too late" I could feel her smirking through the door.

Great, I thought, Late on the last day of school. I ran from the bathroom, in a clean pair of jean shorts and a white tank top with a small black jacket on. I combed my long chestnut hair into a ponytail on the top of my head, while running down the stairs. Grabbing my backpack, I maneuvered through the kitchen grabbing a slice of toast, before I zoomed outside and sprinted down the road—Hotaru already a little dot further down the road.

By the time I finally reached her, we were already outside of the school.

"Wh-why, di-didn't you jus-t hit me to w-ake me up?" I panted.

She looked at me. "You said so yourself you were fat. You just sprinted about half a mile, I think you lost some weight"

"I didn't say I was fat" I swallowed a deep lung full of oxygen.

"Exactly," she said monotonously. We headed into the school and walked into Mrs. Martinez's room. Kids were talking amongst themselves about how they were spending summer vacation as we took our seats.

"Hey, did you guys hear?" some random kid said. Hotaru and I looked over listening in on the conversation.

"Hear what?" a boy asked.

"That the Gakuen Alice scouts came yesterday, and they've picked a student!"

"What, no way!"

"Yeah! The best part is, the scouts are coming back to the chosen student's room and telling them. Apparently, once school is over they're going straight to the Academy, after packing"

"Whoooooa" everyone whistled. "I wonder who it is…"

I ignored the rest of the conversations and turned to Hotaru. "So when are you going to show the investors your new invention?"

"I think maybe tomorrow" she mumbled sketching in her notebook. Just as she said that, Mrs. Martinez walked into the room—followed by the two Gakuen Alice scouts. My stomach fluttered and the room filled with hushed whispers.

"Everyone, quiet down!" Mrs. Martinez's shrill voice went over the whispers in the room. Narumi blinked and looked over at Mrs. Martinez.

"Let me handle this," he said to her with a wink. Mrs. Martinez blushed and nodded her head.

"Helllooo~" Narumi smiled. Immediately all heads turned towards him—Hotaru and I looked around at everyone, they were all staring at Narumi with stars in their eyes.

"Thank you, your lovely teacher has something to say to you all~" Narumi motioned towards Mrs. Martinez—everyone's expressions returned to normal and we waited for Mrs. Martinez to speak.

She cleared her throat. "As you know, Gakuen Alice scouts were coming to look at all the students, these are the men here. They're going to talk to you for a moment"

"Hi~" Narumi said. "I'm Narumi, one of the teachers at the Academy. So Narumi-sensei to all of you~"

"I'm Misaki, Misaki-sensei I mean," Misaki said coolly. "Yesterday we came to the school and looked around at all the students. We have found one that has matched everything on our 'check list' and we've decided they'll be the winner!"

"That student is to come with us at the end of the day, so we can go explain to their parents and leave for the Academy. After that then they'll be an official student at Gakuen Alice" Narumi, er Narumi-sensei smiled.

A boy's hand shot up and waved around in the air.

"Yes?" Misaki said motioning to the boy.

"Who's the student?"

Misaki looked at Narumi and they both looked over at Hotaru. They looked back at the boy and smiled.

"Oh my gosh, Hotaru I so totally knew it…" I breathed.

"You don't know its me for sure yet," she had stopped doodling and was looking up at the two teachers expectantly.

"Who is it?" everyone asked.

"Their name is…" Narumi began. "Hotaru Imai!"

Hotaru dropped her pencil in a moment of shock and quickly composed herself. All heads turned towards Hotaru and whispers filled the room.

"So meet us outside in the parking lot after school, ja ne~" Narumi grinned at Hotaru. They left the room and it was silent for two seconds before the room erupted in conversation. Everyone congratulated Hotaru as I took this all in.

My best friend was leaving…

*Time Skip*

Time flew by quickly after the announcement in Mrs. Martinez's class. I don't think I realized until now what it would mean if Hotaru had won.

1. I wouldn't be able to see her again

2. I would be alone at school

3. The only form of communication we would have would be writing letters

Tears brimmed my eyes with the realization—now the two of us were standing in the parking lot, waiting for the two teachers to show up.

"Hot-Hotaruuuu" I sobbed. She looked over at me blankly.

"Why are you crying, Baka?" she raised an eyebrow. "You look really ugly when you cry,"

The tears froze on my cheeks. "What! That's so mean!"

"You're suppose to smile, idiot"

"How can I smile when I'm not going to see you anymore?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'll write to you"

"You better!" I sniffled.

"Hotaru-chaaannn~"

We both looked up at Narumi who stood waving his arm at us. I quickly wiped my tears away and we headed to the car.

"You ready, Hotaru-chan?" Narumi asked.

Hotaru's eyebrow twitched. "Hotaru-chan?"

"Haha, yes. It suits yo—" Hotaru shot him with her Baka gun. Misaki-sensei sweatdropped and quickly helped Narumi up.

"She's definitely going to fit in alright" Misaki whispered to him.

"Baka," I turned my attention back to Hotaru. "Here,"

She handed me a small package and stared at me. "Open it when I leave"

My eyes widened. "You got me something?"

"Hotaru-chan, we're leaving now," Narumi said. She threw a glance over her shoulder and looked back at me—I wrapped my arms around her and tightly hugged her. Shortly after, she returned my hug.

"Don't you dare cry," Hotaru warned when we let go. "Or I'll air mail an automatic Baka gun to you"

"Okay, I wont cry" I said pulling my cheeks up.

She eyed me and slowly turned around—disappearing into the black car, complete with the tinted windows. I waved at the back of the car as it pulled away. When they had faded away in the distance, I looked down at the package and gently opened it.

A set of Hotaru's new goggles gleamed back at me—they had been custom designed. Saying 'Mikan/Baka' on the frame of them and they were painted a light pink color. I picked up the attached note and read it, tears brimming around my eyes once again.

Baka, you better use these to study so you can come to the Academy.

-Hotaru

Ps. Don't you dare start crying.

I shook my head and slapped my cheeks lightly. "Don't cry Mikan! You need to study and get a good attendance record at school. Then you can join Hotaru!"

*End of Flash back*

*Present Time*

I stood in front of the mail shoot, holding my video in my hands; I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

This video would decide my fate. If I was accepted into the school or not.

"I hope this works," I opened the shoot door and dropped the video in. The post office door squeaked open and I turned around smiling at Jii-chan. He held onto the handrail for support, panting.

"An old man like me can't keep up with a 16 year old girl," he panted.

"Ahaha," I rubbed the back of my head. "Sorry Jii-chan, I really wanted to get here"

"How do you know that you will even get in?" he sighed.

"I have good grades, a good attendance record for two years straight. I'm sure I'll get in!" I said walking outside.

Otherwise, two years of setting five alarm clocks just to wake me up in the morning, and studying with Hotaru's glasses every night would have been for nothing. I shook that thought off.

"I have a feeling that starting September, I'll be enrolled at Gakuen Alice" I skipped down the road humming, with my Jii-chan slowly following behind me.

Well first chapters done, I'll work on the second chapter A.S.A.P.

*Sighs* Guys I'm becoming a hermit, writing 24/7. I'm going to grow up being someone living in their parents basement, glued to the computer… Awe well. ;)

Remember to REVIEW, please and thank you~

-Luna : )