Hey everyone. Well first of all, I'd like to apologize for the late updates seeing that this hiatus took longer than what I said. I had a lot of things going on and it was very hard to make time to write. With that said, I do have a plan for this story and I'm going to start it off by rewriting these first couple of chapters. They aren't too different from the original. They have some slightly edited parts and some new parts, but all in all are generally the same. This is because they're slightly more thought out and to also help me get back in the mojo for writing.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece

A fourteen year old girl ran out of the door leading to the orphanage.

"Come back!" a woman cried, chasing her only to stop at the door, unable to leave the rest of the inhabitants unattended.

She didn't listen as she forced her legs to continue pushing her forward down the pavement. With her feet pounding against the hard pavement, she flung herself forward with incredible speed.

Too old they said.

Too damn old. Too old to really be considered for adoption. Nooo, they wanted someone younger, someone brighter with more energy. Someone they could properly raise.

'Someone they could mold my ass' she thought bitterly. She knew of course, that not everyone thought that way about foster children. She liked to believe that most people had a heart. Those people who came—intruded—into the house earlier was just part of the small percentage who didn't. They were just plain nasty. But she also knew that, deep down, their comment had struck a nerve.

'It doesn't matter' she continued to tell herself 'It would just end the same way'. And it probably would. It always did. Get adopted for maybe about a month; the "trial" she secretly called it. Then they find her unsuitable even after the initial meeting goes great.

They always changed their minds in the end. It happened so many times, she began to wonder if it really was her fault. Maybe they could tell she didn't fully trust them and decided they just didn't want to deal with it, she wondered. One way or another, she always found her way back at the orphanage.

But the caretaker always had faith that one day, the right family would truly take her in and be there for her. And she believed her. Until recently, that was.

'Who am I kidding?' she thought, tears welling up in her eyes. 'A family? For me? I'm calling bull. It's all bull'.

They made it pretty clear. She was too old now for any serious consideration in adoption. It was too late for her now.

Maybe they were right

Maybe she was getting too old. God, there weren't even any decent hand-me downs left to fit her. The best she could do were some boys t-shirts and pants the caretaker would cut to make shorts for her. But the shorts didn't even fit all that well anymore; she wasn't a little girl anymore. Her steadily growing hips were proof of that.

Proof she was too old.

She turned a corner and ended up in an alleyway next to a small restaurant, leaning against the wall to catch her breath.

'Even if I am getting too old, there's nothing I can do about it' she thought. She stood straighter to stretch her sore legs. 'I guess I'm just going to have to stay there until it's time for me to go. Who knows? Maybe my life will get better. It did for Riley'

Relaxing a bit, she bent over to pull the bottom of her shorts lower.

"Ugh, these shorts are getting way too tight. I need new clothes, but I have not money…" she muttered to herself.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, making her slightly jump and turn around in fright. She heard some more loud commotion followed by an even bigger loud noise and noticed the side door of the restaurant, leading into the alley. The door sprang open and a lady looking no older than thirty stormed out with a short man following closely behind.

"Fuck you! I quit!" she yelled over her shoulder, slinging a bag over it.

"Fine by me! Don't ever show your face here again!" the short man said just as loud and red in the face, struggling to keep up with her long strides.

"Ohhhh you won't ya jackass!" the lady responded. She ripped the apron tied around her waist and threw it on the ground. Stepping on it for good measure, she stormed out of the day.

"Boss!" a guy popped from out of the open door "We've got all these tables complaining about their food!"

The 'boss', she assumed, sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Of course this happened the moment one of the only waitresses quits!" he seethed "Where am I going to get another one?"

At that moment, the man finally noticed the extra person standing by, surprised by the whole fiasco.

"Hey you! Need a job?" he asked, not caring for her appearance. A kid can serve, right?

She made a show of looking around before turning back to him and slowly bring her finger up to point to herself.

"Yes, you. Who else would I be talking to? The damn garbage? Do you need money?"

The word money rang out to her. She bit the inside of her check and nodded.

"What's your name?" he asked with a look of satisfaction at his new employee.

"Sage" she said.

"Name's Sean. Nice to meet you Sage. There's a couple of tables in there that's got your name written all over it".

Well that's the slightly new prologue! Hope you guys aren't mad and will continue to follow this story!