Disclaimer: I DO NOT own One Piece or Mean Girls/Queen Bees and Wannabes. I only enjoy mashing them together.

Chapter 1

The warm summer breeze brushes through the trees of the neighborhood on this early Monday morning. Birds rhythmically chirping as cars are driving past the street. I crouched on the patio step, readjusting my jeans that kept getting caught behind the tongue of my shoe. My parents hovering over me as they simultaneously repeat one word after another regarding my first day of school.

"This is your lunch, okay. Now I put some money in there so you can buy some milk . . . you can ask one of the older guys where to do that." My father, Rodger informs me as he hands me the brown paper bag.

"You remember our phone number? I wrote it down for you, just in case. .put it in your pocket, I don't want you to lose it." My mother, Rouge adds. She stretches the tiny white paper to me; I take it and put it behind the back pocket of my jeans. "Okay, you ready?" she asked.

I rise up eagerly; smiling to both of them "I think so."

My mom takes a step beside me and my dad takes a step back, pulling out a camera from his pocket as my mom as we ready ourselves to take a photo.

"Ace's big day!" My dad cheers, while my mom holds onto me trying not to appear as hysterical as she already was for the photo.

It's natural for parents to cry on their child's first day of school. But that usually happens when the child is five, I'm seventeen and until today I was home schooled.

Yes, I know what you're thinking, home schooled kids are freaks or that we're weirdly religious or something. However, my family is completely normal; except for the fact that both my parents are research historians and we spent the last 12 years in Africa.

I had a great life, but then my mom got offered tenure at Columbia University, so it was goodbye Africa and hello high school.

"Have a good first day son" my mother shouts.

I turn around making my way across the street to the giant building know as Grand Line High School. Not really paying much attention to my surroundings, I fail to notice the big yellow bus nearly smashing into me. Thank god for my quick reflexes. I let out a panicked curse and turn to face my parents, who each wore a face of terror. I flash them a smile letting them know I was okay and that I'd be more careful before I make my way back to the building in front of me.

The high school was much larger once you went inside; luckily my class was on the first floor so I didn't have too much trouble finding it. Once entering the classroom I saw a tall guy with blond hair wearing a white button up shirt and a green vest, this guy definitely looked like he would be the teacher. I decided to approach him; good thing too, because I honestly had no clue what I was supposed to do, should I sit? Stand? Wait outside?

Walking up to the teacher, he only then looked at me like I was crazy. Am I doing this wrong? He's probably distracted thinking about the lecture….maybe I should just introduce myself?

I greet him with a friendly smile "Hi, I don't know if anyone told you about me? I'm a new student here, my names Ace Portgas" I extended my hand, not expecting the scowl that I received in return by my new instructor.

"Talk to me again and ill kick your ass" the 'teacher' said. Snickering could be heard in the background.

Did I miss something?

The supposed teacher then went to sit down at one of the desks in the front row. Oh god, don't tell me that guys a student? He looks like he graduated from college! As strange as that situation may be, I had decided to brush the encounter off and sit at the empty desk next to the now scowling blonde but just before taking a seat, some other blond interrupted.

"You don't want to sit there", the guy with the odd curly-brow said, eyes gesturing to the 'teacher' next to me. "Helmeppos boyfriend is going to sit there"

Right at that moment a short guy with pink hair took the seat in question.

"Hey baby" said the guy, who's in fact named Helmeppo, right before he grabbed the little pink-haired guy's face and proceeded to make out with him.

Okay, that was disturbing. I then moved to sit at the next available desk that was behind some strange guy in clown makeup. Once again, I was stopped by the same blonde with the odd brow. He and his green haired friend sitting behind him were shaking their heads in a way hinting 'no'.

"He farts a lot" the blonde whispered.

Seriously? . . .Whatever, fine, I decided to play the curly-brows game and walked back to the front of the room to wait for the teacher to assign me a seat.

"Hey everyone—"was all everyone heard before I unintentionally crashing right into the speaker-spilling his box of donuts and hot coffee all over his sweater.

"I am so sorry!" I pleaded as I knelt down to help pick up the box of perfectly wasted donuts.

Snickering could be heard behind me "it's not you . . . I'm just bad luck" the redhead sighed.

The redhead then proceeded to remove his now coffee stained sweater but seemed to be having some trouble. It was as if the sweater somehow glued itself to his undershirt which became unbeknown to the redhead, as he lifted up his sweater, showing off his perfectly sculpted abs.

"Mr. Shanks?" said an older gentleman, who looked like a man of authority. He was eyeing the red head as he halted his struggle with the offending sweater.

"My shirts stuck to my sweater isn't it?"Shanks uttered, sounding almost embarrassed.

"Yeah" I added. The man appeared to have drooped at that response.

"Fan-tastic" Shanks murmured.

The least I could do is help him out seeing as I probably ruined his breakfast, not to mention his wardrobe. I helped pull down his white undershirt and soon after, swiftly walked to an empty seat I managed to find while standing up there.

"Is everything alright in here?" the man with frightening yellow eyes questioned.

"Oh, yea..." Shanks replied while adjusting his shirt with a small blush.

The other-what seemed to be teacher- took a step forward to Mr. Shank while wearing a kind smile "So . . . how was your summer?" He asked

"I got divorced." Shanks stated coldly

"My carpal tunnel came back…" the other professor added.

Shanks only shot the other instructor a fake smile "I win!"

"Yes you do…" The teacher now had a nervous smile on his face then turned to look at the class. "Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that we have a new student joining us. He moved here all the way from Africa."

"Welcome!" Shanks greeted happily to the dark skinned male with the long nose and black curly hair who was sitting in the middle row.

"I'm from Brooklyn" he threw out.

The teacher pulled out a small paper from his pocket and read it out loud to everyone. "His name is Ace Portgas. Where are you Ace?"

"That's me" I abruptly inform him as I stood up from my seat to make myself known.

"Well, welcome Ace and thank you Mr. Mihawk" the red-head said

"Thank you, and listen" Mihawk stepped in closer to Shanks "if you need anything or if you just want to talk to somebody—"

"Thanks, maybe some other time when my shirt isn't see through."

"Okay…" his eyes wandered down to Mr. Shank's revealing shirt that exposed his fit torso. They stay locked there for quite a while unit he brought his attention back to the class. "Okay, good day everybody." Mihawk announces as he exited the room.

The first day of school was a blur. A stressful, surreal blur. I got in trouble for the most random things. For instance, during chemistry class I got scolded for excusing myself to go to the bathroom instead of asking the teacher for permission.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mr. Newgate asked.

"Oh, I—I have to go to the bathroom."

"You need the laboratory pass" he stated

"Alright, can I have the laboratory pass?" I ask him with a polite smile

"Nice try. Have a seat Portgas. " suddenly the class began to snicker as I slowly returned to my seat.

I have never lived in a world where adults didn't trust me. Where they were always yelling at me.

"Don't read ahead"

"No green pen"

"No food in class"

Then came lunch where I was even more lost. On the bright side, I managed to buy some milk on my own without having to ask any of the other guys for help. Slowly I scanned the cafeteria, searching for a suitable place to sit. I neared the table closest to me where I saw two familiar classmates of mine named Johnny and Yosaku. Immediately Johnny placed his backpack on the empty chair next to him and I instantly got the hint. Assholes.

Making my way down the rows of tables, I managed to find more empty seats. This one seemed decent and more welcoming than the last one. Three guys sat there, one being Killer from my Chemistry class. I was about to sit myself down next to them when I abruptly caught on with their odd conversation.

"I told you I saw the whole thing, everything!" one of the guys said.

"Did you see nipple? It only counts is you see nipple" Killer affirmed.

"That's true dude" the other guy agreed.

I had a lot of friends in Africa…But New York wasn't looking so hot.

At last I approached a table that was more fitting for me. That guy Usopp with the long nose was sitting there too, I knew I'd fit right in. Excitedly, I began to walk faster to the table in order to introduce myself.

"Jambo!" I address to all of them

"What?" Usopp says out loud to me while simultaneously talking on his phone.

I ended up eating my lunch on a toilet seat inside the bathroom. So far I hated this whole school thing, I just wanted it all to be over so I could go back home where everything was normal.

Finally the day was over with and I was allowed to leave. Walking up the porch, I was suddenly stopped by my mom and dad who were sitting on the patio looking through magazines.

"Hey, how was your first day?" My dad asked excitedly

I groaned in response, giving both of them nasty glares as I stepped inside. Honestly, how does anyone go through with this? And the worst part was there was still tomorrow...this was going to be a long year.