When asked to describe John, his classmates would usually stutter for a second or two before sheepishly asking who John was. Yep, he wasn't memorable at all. He was the last kid picked in gym class, that one kid always forgotten in the class register, the one to pair up with the teacher, he was the one that was always forgotten. But don't get me wrong, he didn't mind, we at least not at first. As he grew up, little John eventually noticed something, something that should be so obvious (at least when considering how john had no friends) that our dear readers must be facepalming as they read this. He noticed that he didn't have any pictures to send for his graduation video. That was when he realized just how lonesome he was. The student council had called for a class meeting, and so he followed the flow, arriving at the classroom, and unlike so many of his peers, he immediately noticed the screen and projector at the back. The Class President, a real arrogant dude, smirked and pointed towards he back in a dramatic fashion.
"Listen up peeps", he said "In one week, we graduate, and must of us won't see each other in a long time. Taking this into account, I asked the WhatsApp group chat to send pictures and i compiled them into this video, so now, enjoy."
It was then when our little protagonist came upon an epiphany that showed him just how socially stunted he was. He'd been in the school for 6 years, hell, he'd been in the school for longer than the President, yet he wasn't in the class WhatsApp group. This brought down his mood a bit, but well, it was only a little thing, he could live through it. And so, with this mindset, he sat along his peers, waiting for the summary of his 6 years in school to be displayed on the white sheet. The President shut off the lights, tapped some stuff onto his computer, and thus began the tear-wrenching, touching, and sentimental experience John and his classmates would remember for the rest of their lives. You see, while his peers reminisced on their experiences for the past years, laughing, teasing their friends, and crying with one another as they watched their memories fleeted through the screen, our little john was shedding few tears by himself. As he saw picture after picture, he recognized some people that had left around 5 years ago, he saw the same faces show up tens of times in different scenarios, hell, even the president, an arrogant little suck-up who no one liked, had appeared more than 4 times in the 10-minute video. But he hadn't appeared once. Not a single time was his face in any of the photos or videos. Even Susan was there, and Susan had left the school before he had even come. It was at that moment that John realized that in the lives of those who should've been his friends, he was a mere blip, a tiny inconvenience they would forget the moment he left their sight. It wasn't for a lack of tying that he had no friends. He had tried to invite every single one of his classmates at least 3 times to do something, t do anything to fill up his endlessly empty schedule, to try and turn the lies he was telling his mom about having friends into truths. Yes, John lived a sad, lonely life, where his only solace was his loving mother. Yet that was soon taken away from him, and not in a pleasant, natural death kind of way, no, she was brutally wretched from his life, she was shoved into the hands of the grim reaper way to early by a deranged psychopath who set out one night to prove to the world that he too was as cool as those idolized rule breakers on the tv shows, that he too could break the rules.
Thus, little Johnny was left all alone, and hats how he lived his life, in solitude, each day bleaker, and grayer than the last, each day, he'd wake up sadder than the day before, he'd walk to his boring job as a lift operator, force a smile onto his lips and try to liven up his lifeless eyes. Each day he would open his eyes and see his tattered ceiling, the cement dusty and crumbling. Each day, after opening his eyes, he'd begrudgingly wish for some change, any change in his drab, miserable lifestyle. Each day he'd open his eyes, living on, despite all of the above. Until one day, on the morning, his eyes didn't open, and they remained closed for 2 weeks until a neighbor complained about a weird smell, and they found his body on his bed, as lifeless as his eyes used to be. Now, you may be wondering why I'm writing about poor little Johnny, a man with no one to invite for his funeral, when I could be writing about someone way cooler or more social, like Susan, who turned out to be a supermodel, well dear readers, That's because when Johnny opened his eyes again after seemingly having died, he became the badest motherf*cker his new world ever new, so gather around kids, because this is the story of Saint John, and how he became to be the Biggest Baddest Admiral the 6 sees ever new. So grab your popcorn or whatever, because Boy Oh Boy, this storie's a good one.
I've never written anything so go ahead and judge all you want, and I'll try to modify whatever based on the comments. My 't' on the keyboard is a little loose, so mistakes are bound to prop up, ill appreciate any feedback. You can kind of tell from the last paragraph i won't be following the typical OC/SI story line, where he joins the strawhats, but I might dabble on it a bit, see how it goes. Anyways, I know its not much to go on,but this is just to show my writting style and sort of like a preview/backstory for the main story line and hopefully you guys like it. I will pair him later on, might be a canon character or not, I'll see later on. Fuerthermore, he first couple of chapters will be giving him some sort of tragic backsory, because well, lets face it, in One Piece, you're not a good guy unless you got some sort of sad backstory. Enjoy, please review, even if is bad, and i'll try to change, thanks for your support.
Bond, John Bond, signing off