Summary: Price. D. Jayden. A seventeen year old girl with a questionable past and close ties to some very interesting people has given way to a rather... chequered... legacy. That being said, she has been tried and charged with the murder of a marine commander and his entire division. The punishment for such a crime? Execution. However, due to her age, she's sent to a reforming penitentiary known as 'The Grand Line Academy'. A place for gifted but disturbed individuals... like herself.

And if that wasn't bad enough her supposed 'gifts' are getting harder to hide; she's slowly losing control. Let's also not mention the fact that she's caught the eyes of the most notorious gangs at said Academy. Oh Boy.

(~A/N~ Hi guys! I'm back after fricking forever! My HIATUS is officially over. Yikes. Anyway, It's been a while for me on both FF and WP so I thought I'd finally publish Grand Line Academy on here like I was planning to. For years. Heh. Ease myself back into the swing of things...This one is rather short by most standards- not even a paragraph in my book- but there will be some major and minor differences from the version up on Wattpad. Nitpicking and all that Jazz. Oh well. No flames please. CC is welcomed. Enjoy! Ja Ne!)

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

~Jayden's POV~

A young woman no older than seventeen stood in the middle of the Eines Lobby court; cuffed to the floor and enclosed in stone bars. Her hair, the colour of wine and fresh blood, cropped short and glinting in the last light of day streaming in from the glass roof. Standing stoically with her head bowed and eyes hidden behind crimson bangs, she looked the epitome of calm, the calm that only comes before the mother of all storms.

"Price. D. Jayden, you stand accused of several crimes; one being the stealing and misusing government property. Which, for the benefit of the jury, the property in question is a forbidden fruit..."

The girl snapped upright and glared at the judge towering above her on the raised dais, the supposed humble but esteemed man of fairness and justice. Her eyes, both chocolate but one laced with a ring of pyrite, hardened at the sight before her. Hypocritical bastards. These mismatched eyes flitted around the court chamber as murmurs of disapproval float and bounce off the towering marble walls. Tch. Her gaze, colder than the mountain pass in Drum Kingdom, apathetically dissected the crowd of people to her left. A load of stupid middle aged men and women who've got no mind of their own and believe the government's bullshit. Her jury. The people who'll decide her fate fairly. Riiight.

A quiet snort escaped her pale lips. 'They've already been dished behind the scenes and probably got a little cash sum as a bonus for helping put me down. Fucking scum'. She rolled her eyes at the thought. Here Jayden was, standing in a sea stone cage, slap bang in the middle of Eines Lobby Court. The jury looking at her like some kind of disease, a leper- in utter horror and disgust. But then again, she couldn't complain. She deserved it. The angry murmurs grew louder. Hands clenched as the girl pulled at the sea stone cuffs wrapped round her wrists, silently fuming.

'Why did I need cuffs when I'm in a cage? Am I that much of a monster?'

Tears pricked at her eyes against her will and a lump lodged itself in her throat. The judge sneered at the girl beneath before calling for order.

'Stuck up prick...'

"...As I was saying. You, Miss Price, stole and consumed an elemental class Devil Fruit called the Kaze-Kaze fruit. Then, you proceed to use your new founded powers against the government... By butchering the entire 3rd battalion, including the war hero Commander Samuel Bayer!" The judge hissed in disgust.

Screams of outrage erupted from the stands around her. She glanced to the right to see a swarm of Marines hollering obscenities in her direction, hatred twisting their features. She ran her eyes over each face and froze at someone she never thought she'd see again. Captain Smoker?

He's hardly changed in the past seven years- short cropped white hair, blue cargo pants, black biker boots. And, of course, his trademark green fur lined jacket with the kanjii symbols for justice scrawled on the back. No shirt. 'Why do men do that?' She mentally debates. 'Not wear shirts. I can understand it when its hot but not all bloody year round! Yknow, it's so...distracting! And no, I don't mean it like that, it just makes me uncomfortable...'

On cue, Jayden felt her face flush with warmth. She sighed deeply and rolled her eyes. Only she of all people could be embarrassed by something so trivial in her situation. A dangerous killer that's unnerved by bare skin and... Intimate situations. Pathetic.

The Marine's face was different from the rest. It was set like marble, his vacant but intimidating expression never slipping. He looked Jayden dead in the eye; She felt her chest constrict painfully at what she saw. Fury. Disappointment. And so much pain.

And with that, he winced slightly and tore his gaze away, ignoring the redhead completely. The sounds around her became muted. Jayden was vaguely aware of the judge hastily calling for some decorum but she really didn't care. He hates me. Of course he hates me.

The girl chuckled humorlessly to herself. She shouldn't have expected any different anyways. It was a stupid, childish hope. And when Jayden has hope, it turns round and bites her in the ass.

"And then you've also got the twenty-seven accounts of evading lawful arrest and the forty-three accounts of assault against law officials. I have to say, either way you plead, the results won't be in your favour. Do you understand, Miss Price?" The judge asked in a patronising manner. She ground her teeth in annoyance and peeked up at the judge through her lashes, looking falsely abashed.

"Yes, your honour. I understand..." She whispered with a thick throat.

"How do you plead, delinquent?"

Her mouth twitched. Smug-ass prick. Unwittingly, she stared at Smoker, lingering at the corner of her vision. His still refused to acknowledge her presence but he was clearly interested in her response. She grinned crookedly before glaring defiantly at the prick judge.

"Guilty, of course!"

Silence.

"What, you thought I'd deny it? Deny what I'd done? I'm a murderer. I shouldn't have killed those marines. It wasn't intentional. But I killed them, and I hate myself for it. Well, I didn't mind killing Bayer cos' he was an asshole for hurting my mum but there you go. I killed them. I'll take any punishment. I really don't care anymore!" She spat venomously.

Chaos ensued. Marines surged forward, yelling and spitting at her cage. She could've sworn she heard the metal strain under the assault the soldiers rained upon its bars.

"ENOUGH! Return to your stands you spoilt brats! Court is still in session! You're officers of law and justice for Christ's sake! Behave like it!" Smokers rough voice boomed over the racket.

The soldiers hastily returned to their seats, heads hung in shame. The Captain shook his head and growled at his men. He shrugged on his marine issued coat.

Wait. That's not a Captain's coat... Its a...Vice Admiral's?! He's changed more than I thought...

"Thank you, Vice Admiral Smoker! Let's proceed."

"Miss Price, as I'm sure you're aware, the extent of such crimes carries the death penalty. But, taking into consideration that you were nine years old at the time of the incident and your admittance to your crimes, the governing body has decided that you will live out the rest of your days under a life sentence without chance of parole."

Collective gasps echoed throughout the court. Jayden's included. She was going to live? Bullshit! Something's up...

"Usually, because you are not of age, we would offer you a choice of serving your time either at Impel Down Penitentiary..." The judge paused. Several marines chuckled and jeered quietly.

"Or at The Grandline Academy." Her eyes went wide. She fucking knew it. They were gonna send her there. Where all the crazy, psychotic nutters- especially those with Devil Fruit powers- are shipped off to. They were all super strong- not like it bothered her- but they could do as they pleased. The government didn't give a shit as long as they stayed on the island. On average, four 'inmates' a week were killed in some kind of brawl. The redhead gulped nervously. She didn't want to kill anyone else...

"But, because of your volatile mental state, there's no choice but to send you to Grandline Academy. Vice Admiral Smoker will escort you to the military base at Lonuetown harbour. You leave tomorrow at noon. Case dismissed!" The judge huffed as he rushed off of his pedestal.

A choked sound pushed its way through her lips. Holy shit. I'd rather die than go to that hellhole!

The guards approached her cage warily. Huh. She smiled sadly and looked up.

I'm finally going to pay for my sins, aren't I mum? After all, I'm the reason your gone. I let you die...