Alice Academy (Gakuen Alice inspired story)

A month passed. And it was March.

And to be honest, Daichi-kun didn't hang out with us as often as we thought he would. Once again, it was only me and Naoki-kun.

          I looked out the window, tapping my pencil against my desk, obviously disappointed about Valentine's Day. That was a bummer. I heard hands slam against the table, and looked up as Hitoshi-sensei whispered he had wonderful news for us.

"So, class, we're going on a trip to the beach! Snacks and beverages will be provided, Hitoshi-sensei announced, clapping his hands together and smiling.

          I looked up from my paper, raising an eyebrow. "Going to the beach in March? Hitoshi-sensei, have you been drinking?" I inquired, thinking it was weird to go to the beach in this weather.

"Well, Nanami-chan, it is getting warmer here, isn't it?"

"Yeah.. but."

"No buts! We're going to the beach and that's final!" He slapped his hand onto the table. "You have half an hour to pack, chop chop! Meet up at the front gate."

          Many kids were cheering, and began grouping into their little groups of friends, talking about what they would do at the beach and what they should pack. I sighed, looking out the window. Alice Academy was pretty close to the beach, too. Perfect opportunity, you could say.

Why was I bummed out about the beach?

Because it's full of perverts trying to look up your shirt or pants.

Seriously.

          One reason why I don't like to wear skin-revealing clothing. Another reason why I don't swim as much, or wear swimsuits that often.

          The class, all excited and pumped, stampeded out of the classroom, squeezing through the doors, running down the halls, bumping into each other, slipping. It was not a pretty sight. I sat there, waited for everyone to leave, and I took my own leave.

          A warm hand rested on my shoulder as I was just about to leave the room. I turned around, face to face with Naoki-kun "So, Nanami, what'cha gonna wear?" Naoki-kun asked, wagging his eyebrows. I laughed, slapping his arm. "Pervert, don't be thinking like that. I'm not going to wear anything revealing, okay?" 

And with that, I strided out of the classroom, back into my own, personal room.

          I instantly began packing all the things necessary for the beach in a carnation colored bag. It was imprinted with small, red roses.

          What I had packed -- a big, huge bottle of sunscreen (don't want any sunburn), a beach towel to sit on, a towel to try myself (if, I get splashed by someone), a pair of sunglasses, a sun-blocking hat, and a headband. Just to get wind out of my face when it starts getting windy and stuff, you know?

          Also, I packed a swimsuit and a large shirt, just in case I did want to go swimming. Don't want to be left out, doing nothing in the sand, to be honest.

          Not wanting to starve, I also packed a picnic. Yes yes, the old-fashioned rectangular straw-weaved picnic basket. I spread out a red checkered cloth on the bottom, and looked for food to pack. Feeling like a ninja, I snuck outside into the kitchen, and grabbed all the stuff I wanted. I grabbed a few ice packs, some yogurt, a few bottles of milk, two white-bread sandwiches cut in half, 3 onigiris (rice balls), some Ramune, and for desert, a bit of cake. I fit it all into the basket like puzzle pieces, and closed the top.

         After I finished packing, I changed into a flowy white dress embroidered with miniature roses and a peach-colored frill. It was a frilly sleeveless and the dress fell just above my knees.When I was done putting on my dress, I braided my hair into two pigtails. My hair had grown so much -- it was near mid-back. I rubbed sunscreen all over my arms, legs, shoulders, face, neck, and back, ensuring that I would not get a sunburn. I put on my hat, slipped into my flip-flops, and walked out of my dorm, my bag on my shoulder.

          Someone's arm grabbed around my waist and pulled me back. "Don't move," I heard a voice say. Immediately after, laughing came. I turned around to see Naoki-kun, laughing and running a hand through his hair. "You should've seen how stiff you just went," he said, sticking his tongue out.