A/N: Dudes I'm so pissed right now. I was writing this chapter up and then my computer totally crashed. MY ENTIRE PROGRESS JUST POOF! GONE! Now I have to try and write everything again by memory. And I made a lot of changes and it was going so well T^T

Le sigh. On another note I'm sorry for the late update. I was trying to figure out where I wanted to go with this story and I had a huge lack of inspiration and I have summer projects to do.

Anyway, onto the story.

Disclaimer: If I owned One Piece, Ace would have magically come back to life by now. I also don't own any other characters mentioned outside the domain of One Piece. I only own Casey.

Quote of the day: And little Alice fell down the rabbit hole; bumped her head and bruised her soul- Lewis Carroll

"Casey! You're going to be late if you don't move that ass," a middle aged woman hollered. As the words echoed throughout the large house, bangs were heard. A girl in her late teens rushed out while attempting to eat and put on her shoes at the same time. Kids of varying ages looked out their doors and simultaneously shook their head, like it was nothing.

Just another day at the orphanage (A/N yup you heard right. An orphanage).

And almost on cue, a crash was heard and a resounding ow. Seems like she failed to multitask. Everyone resumed what they were doing, which for many was sleeping.

Casey's POV

"Bye! See you later", I hollered on my way to the door. This had become my daily routine (excluding weekends) for several years now. I always manage to oversleep. But it wasn't my fault! That conniving bed was whispering and manipulating me to stay in bed... shut up. You'd think I would learn to ignore it but no...No.

"Whoa," I exclaimed as I narrowly dodged a flying baseball. I picked it up and threw it back all the while running as fast as I could. How you ask? Trade secret. I'm just that awesome like that. "JESUS! What is up with all these flying objects?" I had to catch a tennis ball before it got acquainted with my face and chuck it back.

I glanced at my phone and nearly tripped on my face. ShitshitshitshitshitshitshitfuckfuckfuckFUCK! 'I can make it. I can make it', I chanted. I slammed open the doors to school and I slid inside homeroom. No seriously I actually slid. You know like baseball players do. My butt had just touched my seat when the bell rang.

"SAFE", the umpire announced. "And that's it folks we won the game! Look at the crowd flooding onto the field!" The crowd cheered and carried me on their shoulders. "CASEY! CASEY! CASEY!" 'Shut up brain', I reprimanded.

If you haven't noticed yet, I have problems. I was told that I had ADHD, an overactive imagination, and an awesome sense of humor when I was small. I used to get bullied because of my problems but I would just ignore them or insult them so bad, they would cry to their bitch mamas. I know. Cruel you say but hey, it's a kill or be killed kind of world. And aint nobody killing me. At least without getting severely injured.

Besides I have some honor. I only do that kind of stuff to people who deserve it and those bullies had it coming.

I took out my English notebook and prepared myself for another boring morning filled with poetry. It's not like I have anything against poems and stuff. I actually have written a couple. It's just that we've been on poetry for the past month or so and one can only take so many feelings.

While the English teacher yelled and proclaimed how Shakespeare was "the shit", I began to think about one of my crazy dreams. 'Who was that woman? Why does she seem so familiar?' Normally I wouldn't really worry about my dreams if it wasn't for the fact that I've been having the same dream for TWO. WEEKS. STRAIGHT. It's like my sub consciousness is trying to tell me something.

'Was that my mo-.' My thoughts were interrupted by the bell signaling that 1st period was over.

"Study! Might be a pop quiz tomorrow! Might not! Sleep in fear tonight!"(A/N: If you get that reference, you're awesome and deserve a cookie)

'Crap.' As I was moping around on how I didn't pay attention, I was ambushed. I did an extravagant back flip and faced my opponent. It was none other than the evil ninja lord, Kim Jong-un. I groaned. "Kim you really need to find a hobby and stop stalking me."

Yup, you heard right. Kim Jong-un is a stalker and seems to be obsessed with me. Don't ask me how I know him. Let's just say that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and that makes Kim my friend. Well more like that really creepy friend who you never talk to and try to avoid at all times.

"CASEY!" Whoops gotta go. Kim's getting antsy.

"What is it this time," I sighed. "I've come to finally destroy you!" "So you're lonely again," I concluded. "What!? NO! I've come to fight you."

"Suuurrre". -

Then the world around me slowly started to fade away. When I looked back up again, I was in the middle of the school hallway and students walking past me as if nothing happened. 'What the…oh I get it now. Seems like I dazed off again. Stupid brain.' (A/N: happens to me all the damn time. My mom has the same problem.)

I jumped when a hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned around with my hands up ready to start hurting someone. "Whoa whoa it's just me! Don't shoot, don't shoot!" It was just my guy friend Christian. "Dude make some noise next time. Jeez I could've seriously hurt you this time around," I reprimanded.

"Gomen'nasai* Cassandra", he apologized.

You see the thing with me and Christian is that we've been best friends basically since before we were born. Literally. Our moms are best friends and when they found out that they were both pregnant at around the same time, well, naturally they did everything together during their pregnancies. They even combined their freaking baby showers! They swore up and down that they felt us move towards each other whenever we were close. I for one don't buy it. But no matter cuz we're friends now.

"HELLOOOOOOO! ANYONE IN THERE?" Christian was knocking on my forehead which actually hurt.

"OW! Quit it already will ya?!"

"What are you dazing off for", Christian questioned.

"I'm narrating the story and telling our readers how we've been best friends since before birth." He just gave me this weird look. "Uh...huh... Just don't be late for class again."

"Shit! Oh, before I go, can you give me the notes for English at the end of the day? I dazed off again during class and I at least want to be prepared for a surprise pop quiz."

He waved me off. "Yeah yeah, I'll see you later. Now shoo shoo. Wouldn't want to get detention now would we?"

'Crap' "BYE!" I ran off on my way to science.

He shook his head. 'Honestly what would she do without me', Christian contemplated as he made his way to English. (A/N: Little did Christian know that today would possibly be the last day he'd ever see Casey AGAIN!*FLASH OF LIGHTING* DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNN...sorry couldn't resist. Now back to the show.)

-3-

I had made it to class with only seconds to spare. As I got myself situated, the bell rang and the school's science teacher rolled in to class on a wheelie chair, only to fall flat on his face when he hit the door step. "Okay class today we are going to dissect an endangered species of bird, The California Condor. Now take out your scalpels and watch closely as I make the incision," he ordered as if he hadn't just face planted into the ground. (A/N: Who does this character remind you of? That's right, Professor Franken Stein. He's my favorite character in S.E. He's also my crush. Don't judge.)

The classroom was filled with a mixture of groans and sounds of disgust.

While everyone was taking out their scalpels and making their way down to the front of the classroom, a boy raised his hand tentatively. "Um Professor Stein? Don't you think that we shouldn't dissect this bird since it IS endangered", the boy suggested.

Professor Stein had this maniacal grin and his eyes were shadowed.(A/N:*nosebleed*)

"Of course not. It's BECAUSE the birds endangered that we should dissect it now before it goes extinct. Don't you think?"

The boy gulped and quickly nodded his head in agreement and returned to searching for his scalpel.

I already had a guaranteed "A" in this class and I didn't feel like going over the delicacy of shredding a poor birds innards. "Professor may I go to the bathroom?" This was code for "can you cover for me while I sneak out of school for a bit". This had become a habit and something of a daily routine.

The professor waved me off and returned to the operation at hand. I and the Professor are friends if you could even call it that (I consider him as a friend). Yup, I'm just that awesome. I have these little "arrangements" with practically all the teachers in school.

Even the principal.

They all owe me a favor or two.

As I made my way down the hall towards the parking lot, I passed a couple meeting up during classes making out in the freaking middle of the way.

"MOVE BITCH! GET THE OUT THE WAY. GET OUT THE WAY." I exclaimed as I pushed my way between them, officially breaking up their make out session. They both sent a glare my way and slinked off to a more private place.

'Well that totally killed the mood. Can't even take a joke,' I mused. I resumed my quest for freedom and kicked down the doors, letting in the crisp autumn air, blowing back my black curls. Wrapping my arms around myself, I hurried to my car.

Turning the heater at full blast and having Evanescence blaring through the car speakers, I drove out onto the highway and directed myself towards Subway. I was singing along to "Lost in Paradise" when I came to a red light. The sky was dark with the promise of rain and the wind began to howl, harsher and clawing at my small car. As the rain finally arrived, almost instantaneously, the world grew dark. In a matter of seconds the road was slick with rain, making the roads more dangerous than before.

I turned on the wipers, hoping that it would help my visibility if only a little. The light turned green and I made my way across the intersection.

Without warning a truck whizzed towards me. I had no time to actually react as the whole world seemed to have slowed down.

You know how they say that when you're at death's door your life flashes before your eyes? Well its a lie. All I saw was the other driver's expression filled with horror and surprise. 'If anything I should be surprised and fucking horrified. Now I'm gonna die.'

Then everything sped up.

The truck slammed into the passenger's side and my small dingy car seemed to wrap around the face of the other vehicle. A sickening crunch was heard as my head snapped to my left, slamming into the window, embedding my head with shards of glass.

My car flew away from the smoking truck and rolled. I was jerked around like a rag doll when the car collided with a tree. My head snapped forward and the car finally stopped moving. I was leaning on the steer wheel and there was blood everywhere.

'That's such a pretty red', I concluded.

'Wonder whose blood that is. There sure is a lot', I mused. 'Idiot it's yours', another part of my brain retorted. 'WHAAAAAAAA?'

The sound of sirens was echoing in the background and I could hear someone calling my name.

'I'm so tired', I mentally sighed. 'Why can't they be quiet? Who's calling my name? I'm too tired to really care anyway; I'll just close my eyes for a little bit. Just 5 minutes should be fine'.

I slowly turned my head towards the muffled noise. I saw Christian and Professor Stein running towards me. It was so hard to keep my eyes open; I was starting to drift into a pit of inky darkness.

'So this is death...'

WASSUP MY NIGGAS! *ducks behind brick wall*

Hey! Thats not very nice.

*dives behind couch*

I know I know! I'm an ass.

Now I feel like shit for doing something like that to you guys. But I have my reasons! School just started back up and I've been busy as hell. I had summer homework and recently I've been having some... how do you say it? Oh yeah STALKER PROBLEMS. Today when I got off the bus I took the long way around with my friend Jamie and I warned her that if they, as in plural, show up to just keep walking, don't stop, and I'll deal with them.

But enough of my shit. I hop you enjoyed this and I can promise you that I DEFINITELY won't take as long as I did with this one in posting it.

Later guys!

~C. (Its mah nickname in school)