I found some old stuff I wrote back in high school so I thought why not post them. Constructive criticism is appreciated, I hope fellow fanfiction readers might like my writing. Most of what I write is just random ideas every now and then, so if anyone might want to read some more feedback is welcome.

How Zoro meets Chopper

I finally got to school after about an hour of traveling around trying to find it, the dang streets keep changing. I take off my helmet that my uncle insisted on me wearing when he agreed to buy me my motorcycle, and ran a hand across my head to unflatten my hair from my scalp. I look toward the building and think to myself another new school to get used to; my uncle had said I would finish my junior year here and I might even finish senior year too. The school was obviously new, and I only hoped that the hallways and classrooms wouldn't change every day like in all my other past schools. It was a pretty big school, and it was kind of weird that this new school just popped out of nowhere when tons of others were having budget cuts or being closed down.

I sighed to myself and got off my motor cycle, I took out my schedule I had received a week ago and started walking toward the campus; just get through today without any fights. Stay clear for the week my uncle said- I don't need complaints this early in the year, get to class on time, do the assignments- no matter how tedious, and try to stay awake. I laughed lightly to myself, my parents had always commented how much like my uncles I was, always looking for a time to sleep wherever I was; I shook my head from thoughts of the past and set out to class, my uncles had done enough for me so I'm not going to screw this up. Not again.

There weren't too many people yet, which was fine by me I usually try to keep my distance from other people- most were too annoying to be around anyway. I can't wait to be done with high school, it has gone way too long and people are way too wrapped up in other people's lives (including mine) understandable I guess, being the guy with green hair tends to draw attention. I can already feel some stares on my back, and hear their, not so quiet, whispers. I just brush it off and move on; until I noticed I ended up in K hall. I'm supposed to be in C hall… I groan and begin to retrace my steps hoping to find my first period, my eyes keeping track of the letters. I was so focused on the halls that I nearly ran into someone that came running out of one of the halls at full speed. He saw me and ended up tripping on his own feet a few feet away from me. He looked panicked and as I studied him I noticed how young he looked, he couldn't have been more that fourteen. He just stared at me, kind of like a deer caught in head lights when his head snapped back toward the hallway and heard the yells of "there he is, come on".

The kid looked terrified, he got back to his feet and I thought he would have made a run for it, but instead he "hid" behind me, backwards… I was about to step away when those guys finally reached us, one glared at him and spat out "now we got you" with a smirk and the other kept his distance as his eyes looked me up and down; he was either a coward or smart enough to take in other factors. The other guy was walking around me trying to reach the kid, and I did something crazy; I moved in front of him blocking this kid- this stranger from harm. The guy finally noticed I was there, moron, and was giving me something between a dirty look and a glare and yelled to my face "Who the hell are you" I gave him a disinterested look. His fist kept clenching, and he was twitching as if looking for a fight, his friend was steps away from running. I really didn't need this, I made a promise to my uncles that I would lay off fighting, and keep myself together; so I stepped back but not without keeping the kid behind me. I grabbed the kids upper arm and began walking away from this guy, as soon as he figured out we were leaving he ran after us and set up his arm to punch, how surprising. When he almost landed a punch I caught his hand in mine and gripped it hard enough to have him in pain on the floor- there was no way I was wasting my time fighting this guy, and left him there. We started walking again and then turned to him once more and I spoke out one sentence, "Leave this kid alone" there was no threat, it wasn't needed, the look I gave him was enough to make him flinch, I sent one to his friend too, but he was gone a long time ago.

As we both walked the kid seemed to relax a bit but still tense, can't blame him really. The silence was broken when he began thanking me about helping him. I just gave a nod and a grunt and went on my way; I heard his steps still behind me and he began speaking again, "I'm Tony Chopper, and I really do appreciate that you saved me from the bullies." He looked up at me with big, deer like brown eyes and I would forever deny that I thought the kid was adorable, Perona always teases me that I have a soft spot for kids... Truthfully the kid really had an innocent vibe to him, he really did look around twelve, face still rounded framed by brownish blond hair, a large hat that made him look younger, and with large naïve eyes looking at me; it's no wonder he had bullies. Come to think of it, why is a kid so young at high school? When I was about to ask him he started talking first, "Hey, what's your name? What grade are you in? What class are you going to? And is your hair dyed?" eyes full of curiosity. I keep walking, thinking if I should even answer him or just ignore him; I check my phone for the time and see that it's still too early for class; so why not answer I have nothing better to do. "Zoro Roronoa, I'm a junior, I'm going to room C204, and no it's genetic" he stops and his expression changes from happy (I guess since I actually answered), to confused while tilting his head a bit, and then to amazement. "That is so cool, my aunt told me that there were some genes that could cause green hair but I never actually saw someone have it" this kid really was something, he kept looking up at me with those big gleeful eyes.

I kept walking thinking that the kid would give up eventually, he didn't, and instead continued chattering while I pretended not to listen. A tug on my shirt has me pause and face him, seeing him bite his lower lip and looking almost reluctant to speak. I raise an eyebrow and look at him expectantly; he finally mutters a "you're going in a circle and C Hall is on the other side of the building" he lowers his head and naws on his lip more as if preparing himself for me to lash out. Instead I try to hide my embarrassment on not catching on that I was walking in a circle. I felt my face heat up and utter a "dang it, not another hall moving school" which just makes Chopper let out a giggle.

He grabs my wrist and smiles up at me declaring that he will help me find my class and continues to talk. Without intending to I end up following him and even answer his questions and respond at appropriate times. We probably made a really odd sight- a small deerish looking kid pulling the hand of a guy almost three times his height.

Eventually we reach my classroom and the kid drops his hand from my sleeve, letting me go with a small grin. Scratching the back of my head I give him a "thanks" which makes him flush and do a weird little happy- I think he was happy- dance. I let out a chuckle that seems to get his attention and his face goes back to the small grin. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looked at me hopefully when he asks if I can help with any other potential bullies. I run my fingers through my hair again and try to come up with a soft way of telling him that he will have to stand up to the bullies on his own; but once more his giant childlike eyes kept me from responding in anything but nodding yes. He gives me a large smile and runs off probably toward his own class, throwing a wave as he disappears from sight.

I sighed and entered class noticing that only half the seats were filled. I took a seat near the front- far away from the chatting group of girls that kept giving me odd looks. I took out a pencil and pen and checked my phone for the time. Class wouldn't start for another twenty minutes, so napping until the teacher got here seemed like the best plan. Laying my head on my desk and shutting me eyes to block out the world, I drifted off thinking maybe today won't be so bad.