Yay, my first fanfiction! I hope you guys enjoy! Just a quick note- some of the characters won't be in this story cause they don't fit in with a highschool scenario... Nonetheless, I hope you like it! Please comment and stuff:)

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Zoro Roronoa stood at the front doors of Gol D. Roger highschool, not quite sure what to do or where to go. His parents and him had just transferred to a different town with different people, different looks, and different temperatures. Zoro was definitely not happy. Who cared if his dad had to find a job? It wasn't fair that he was now stuck with adjusting to a new life…

'Might as well get used to it,' Zoro thought to himself. This wasn't the first time his family had moved. His dad kept getting laid off from his jobs, and then could never find a new one in the same state. So about once every two years since Zoro was twelve, he would have to pack up all his belongings and adjust to a new "home". It totally sucked.

After a few moments of standing there, Zoro took a deep breath and pushed open the glass doors of the school. It was obviously passing period, due to the fact that students were frantically bustling around the hallways. Some were standing around chatting with their friends, causing the hall to be extremely loud. Zoro clapped his hands over his ears to try and block out the sound and walked over to a door on his right, assuming it was the school office. Only until the door behind him was completely closed did the 17 year old lower his hands.

Zoro looked around. The white lights planted in the ceiling gave the room a sterile look to it. Nearly all the furniture was beige, giving off the effect of a dull and unexciting place- perfect for a school office. The only person in the room besides Zoro was a lady sitting behind a desk in front of him.

"Hey there, are you that new kid that's supposed to be coming here today?" asked said woman. She was typing something, and kept her eyes focused on the computer in front of her, not paying much attention to Zoro. It was almost a rude thing to do, as if she didn't think Zoro was important enough to pay attention to.

"Uh yeah, that's me, I guess" Zoro replied, shifting his dark green backpack that was slung over one shoulder.

The woman finally lifted her eyes from the screen to look at him. "Ok, I need you to sign some enrollment papers before you go to class- woah!" Her eyes bugged out as she fixed her eyes on him.

Zoro snorted and rolled his eyes. "What, is it the hair?" Of course it was. Every time he met someone new, this happened. He always had to be stared at like he was some new exhibit at a zoo, huh. Didn't anyone ever realize how annoying that was?

"Please excuse me," the lady replied, "I've just never seen anyone with green hair before! It's quite... interesting."

"Yeah, yeah," said Zoro, "just give me the enrollment papers or whatever."

The woman chuckled briefly, then handed him a huge stack of papers. She then returned to typing at the computer.

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Some time later, Zoro finished scribbling his signature on the last sheet of paper in the stack. He blinked, waiting for the office lady to take them from him. When she did, she looked up, smiled, and sent him off to his first class of the day: history.

She had assumed that Zoro would be able to find his way around the school. She was wrong. Little did that office lady know that the 17 year old she had just met was undoubtedly one of the most direction-challenged people EVER. No joke. Once Zoro even got lost in his own home.

'Okay, let's see…' he said to himself, "history, room 201… room 201… 201... Where the hell is that?" the green-haired teen wondered. He scratched his head, trying to decipher the map that he was holding (which was actually upside-down!). He scrunched up his face and brought it closer to the map, but it was pointless. He couldn't read it, no matter how hard he tried.

'I'm kinda pissed off at that woman in the office... How am I supposed to find room 201 if I'm not even told where it is? Reading maps is just too damn difficult.'

Zoro wandered aimlessly around the facility, attempting to find his designated classroom. As he was literally walking around in circles, a bell-like noise rang throughout the speakers connected to the walls. It was almost the end of passing period, and lingering students were scrambling to get to their classes. Zoro sighed, finally giving up on trying to read the complicated piece of paper that was given to him. This was impossible. He was never going to find stupid room 201-

GAAHHHHH!" cried Zoro as he collided with another student. He stumbled backwards, accidentally tripping and falling on his behind. "Watch where you're going, dumbass!" He stood up and dusted himself off.

"Bastard, you were the one with your eyes glued to the floor!" retorted the student. He had bright blonde hair with bangs casually swept over one eye. He was wearing a nice suit, and also had a white cigarette popped in his mouth.

A thought flashed through Zoro's mind. 'The hell? Since when are cigarettes allowed in highschool?'

Zoro wiped sweat off his brow and looked down at the torn map in front of him. He mumbled some incoherent words about the other student, and then fixed his eyes on the ground, trying to refocus on his goal. He walked straight past the blonde, making no eye contact. "Room 201… Room 201…"

The blonde student took a puff of smoke and snorted, "Room 201? It's right over there," he pointed to a door on his left, "You've gotta be blind not to see that!"

Zoro scowled at him and turned on his heel, stalking over to the door. When he reached it, he grasped hold of the knob and began to turn it. A few seconds after he did so, a sudden shiver ran down his spine and warm, moist air ran across his neck, causing the hairs on it to stand on end. Zoro felt his personal space bubble being popped. He flipped around angrily and found himself face-to-face with the blonde once more. He gasped and jerked back into the door, his heart pounding from surprise. He hadn't expected the other to be so close to his face.

"Dude! Don't do that!" Zoro barked.

The other teen smirked and took another puff from his cigarette. "This is my history class- I gotta go in there too. It's nothing to freak out over…" he tossed the cig in a nearby wastebasket, pushed open the door, and sauntered in. Zoro followed in after him, unsure of how to react.

'Mental note to self,' Zoro thought, 'stay away from that guy.' Little did he know that doing so would be nearly impossible...