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-:-.-:- The Life of Me, Myself, and I: Gakuen Alice -:-.-:-
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Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice
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A/N: Review-- Please and Thank you!!
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Bold: POV's or short time skips
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Italics; Memory or thoughts
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Prologue
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How long can I keep it up, the sixteen year old wondered as she strolled down the dimly lit corridor in the high school's section, toward her first class of the day, math. Not long, she figured. The mask was already braking, cracking, with every cruel joke, every little comment, everything... it was all just like a little slap in the face. It was the way they treated her... she wasn't invisible, she wasn't emotionless, it wasn't just them who could ever feel sadness or pain. But they obviously saw it that way.
The teen stopped in front of a large wooden door and looked through the window to see a man with a toad on his shoulder and a metal stick in his hand giving a lecture. She plastered on a wide, fake grin and slowly slid the door open. What's the point of getting here on time, rushing through the crowded corridors, when you can be five or ten minutes late and just get detention that this unusually cruel teacher would find a way to give you anyhow.
Smiling sheepishly and trying to look nervous and ashamed, the girl entered the room to see the teacher turn and begin to impatiently repetitively tap his hand with the metal conducting rod, glaring at his student with utmost displeasure and disgust.
"Gomen, Jinno-sensei, but I woke up late, and I didn't have time to get ready, so I am really, really sorr-" The teens long wound excuse/apology was interrupted at the same place it was every day by that annoyingly snappish tone that her teacher obviously enjoyed using.
"Miss Sakura, enough of your excuses! This is the fifth time this week that you have been tardy to me class!" The man angrily boomed, towering over the teen and looking at her as if she was something to eat. "Detention!"
Oh, and that's new, Sakura Mikan though bitterly, inwardly crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, looking at the teacher defiantly, but outwardly looking glum before replacing the look quickly with a large smile and turning to the faces of her fellow uninterested classmates who stared at her in boredom. Perkily, still smiling, Mikan headed to he desk, stopping along the way to hug the stoic Imai Hotaru, bitchy Ice Queen. Of course, the hug was a failure, ending in a large red mark looking painful on Mikan's left cheek.
Bitchy cold thing, aren't cha, Mikan thought, smiling it off as she continued toward her desk, only to stop long enough, catching the words murmured by Shouda Sumire, a green haired girl with a perm, first class bitch and whore.
"Like she'd ever hug the likes of you, you smiling little slutty hoe! Your, like, nothing." The boy-obsessed bimbo meant for her to hear it, as she smiled up at her sickeningly sweet with a slight glare in her look.
Who stuck a stick up your ass, you constipate whore with a hot guy complex. Continuing to smile, Mikan made her way to sit next to Hyuuga Natsume, the egotistic guy with a 'I'm-so-much-better-than-you-and-you-know-it' attitude.
"How are you, Natsume-kun?!" Mikan feigned excitement as she asked her question, looking curious and far too happy. Her reply was a simply 'Hn' and a short glance-- that was intentded to be a short glare.
Unsocialable little bastard, aren't cha? Mikan turned to the front, smile still plastered onto her face, as she watched the annoying match teacher lecture and teach things that a elementary schooler would know by heart.
"What is the value of x if 123 plus x equals 153? Miss..." Jinno asked, eyes scanning the room and landing on his favorite target. "Sakura, stand and answer the question correctly."
The answer was easily thirty, but she had a mask to protect. She forced herself to thing of a far off answer. "353 and a half!" She answered, trying to sound proud. The math teacher glowered at her.
"Yes, that's how many times you'll fail the course if you don't learn this middle-school leveled math!" He barked at her. More like the number of times you get given a phone number on a date and call it only to learn the woman has changed her number because you have it. And the number of times that all your students but me will fail. 353. And a half.
"Sakura, if you can't get these simple problems through your little brain, then you'll be out of this school and shipped back home to live with your dead grandfather."
Snap. And so the mask fell and shattered.