Enchanted Authoress: My main weakness to writing is my tense issues. I really don't understand it and the way my teachers have told me confused me more… If you could point it out to me or even explain it that would be lovely. :)

I don't own One Piece, and I hope you enjoy the chapter.


I shift uncomfortably in my chair as the rays of the sun pass through the translucent window onto my eyes which completely stun my vision. Class was currently in session and I was using all my willpower to keep my eyes open and focused on the lesson. Seemingly, after the bath that I had taken created my mind to overthink and cloud causing me to lose a few hours of sleep. The hours I did sleep, however, weren't all that well either. My long hair that I would freely let flaunt around was now back and tucked in a loose messy ponytail. The color under my eye faintly matched my dark hair.

I let out a loud sigh that couldn't be heard over the teachers loud lecturing and glare at the window that failed to keep the sunlight out of the room. For the tenth time, I yawn loudly followed by me rubbing my eyes until they were sore and raw.

"Now, all of you choose a partner in the class. I want mixed genders, please."

After the teacher had stated that, groans from the girls and guys who liked staying with their genders were heard. I blinked slowly and drifted my eyes through the fully packed class that I didn't realize until this moment. I just slouched into my chair until the last guy was forced to go with me. Sure enough, everyone was settled with their partner while the teacher called one last time, "Who doesn't have a partner here?"

I raise my hand lazily and she points to a desk further behind me. I grab my bag and drag myself to the desk while looking at the floor. I noticed the stare of everyone and hear a low grumble from the teacher who just directed me. I picked up the pace and finally sat in the desk of two. She cleared her throat and stated, "There should be a booklet of papers in front of you, and I want you all to complete that with this partner. This will be taken for marks, so answer carefully."

I half expected a hand to grab the numerous sheets of paper in front of us and started to answer because usually no one goes with the nerds and they are left for last. Noticing the partner wasn't going to grab it I looked up at his tan arms that were crossed against his well-built chest. I raise a brow and look completely at his face.

My eyes widened seeing a green haired fictional character looking straight ahead with a straight face. I was close to letting out a gasp and a squeal, but covered my mouth and willed myself not to do so. I coughed awkwardly trying to cover up the questions trying to escape. The corners of my lips were forcing themselves up while I fought it. I press my lips tightly together ignoring how I look while sitting here.

"So…" I mumble as calm as possible. I copy his stance and cross my arms in front of me. I dig my nails into my skin and bite my lip nervously. In response, he let out a small grunt and a large yawn. I blinked and looked around the class in an awkward fashion. I noticed a few girls looking at Zoro and trying to catch his attention while speaking loudly or fluttering their heavily mascara coated lashes. He probably didn't get a partner because of the girls' shyness. I ignored them and took small peeks at his face that had the same expression since the first time I had looked at him. I let out a large sigh and look through the somewhat thick booklet. I flipped through it briefly and noticed it was review from grade 11 math and a few notes that were jotted on the side. I clear my throat and grab my pencil, now more awake due to his presence.

"I'm Krissa… You're Hunter, correct?" I ask trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah," he answered in his low baritone voice. I internally shuddered at his low voice. Externally, I just pursed my lips and started tapping my fingers on the table at the block of conversation. I blinked a few times and was quickly washed once again with my heavy fatigue. I bit my tongue in attempt to stay alert.

"So, how are we going to split the work?" I ask again for an attempt of a longer conversation than the one before.

"Don't know. I don't really care," he muttered still looking straight ahead with his straight face. I sighed loudly again and rolled my eyes at his lack of conversation skills. I blinked a couple of times and grabbed the sheet of paper between us again and stared at the first question.

1. Factor the expression: 6x
2- 13x + 5.

My eye twitched at the question. I had completely forgotten everything that I had learned in the past few years. Since I couldn't possibly figure out the first question, I changed my glance to the next one hoping it was easier for me to do. I was wrong. After reading the first two, I slowly read all of the rest of the questions that got harder as the booklet went on. I rested my elbow on the table and leaned my head against my hand. I started tapping my pencil on the desk rapidly as I worked by tired brain to figure the problem.

I placed the paper on the table and slid it in front of Zoro, "do you know the answer to the first question?"

For once, he finally stopped staring at the clear board at the front of the room and looked at the page in front of him. He blinked focusing on the tiny font and numbers, and his eyes narrowed further. After a few minutes he finally answered, "I don't understand it."

"First question and we both don't understand it, awesome," I state sarcastically as he just turns to stare again. I bite my lip once again.

"Damn! I dropped my pencil."

A clear shrilly voice muttered close to our table. I furrowed them in confusion. My question was answered when a red headed curly hair popped up from Zoro's side of the table. She was looking hopefully at Zoro who was still, as always, staring at the interesting thing ahead of him.

"Hi, Krissa! Remember me? I'm Katherine. We used to be best buddies in grade 9," Katherine said, not taking a breath in her sentences.

"Oh…hi?" I answer while scratching my head. She obviously didn't care about me because she was keeping all of her eye contact and attention to the sexy person beside me. Zoro of course, was indifferent and wasn't noticing or ignoring these obvious signals. She kept smiling at him and leaning over the desk even more to show off her cleavage. I was going to open my mouth to say something, but I couldn't find the appropriate words, so I shut my mouth.

"Hey, Krissa, me and some friends are going to the mall. Wanna join?" Katherine asked still not looking at me. I make a face of disgust and shake my head, "No, thanks. I'm good."

"C'mon," she drawled lengthening the 'n'.

"No, it's alright," I reply politely even though she was much too close to Zoro. From the front of the classroom, the teacher noticed her out of her seat and told her to sit back down. She pouted, but followed otherwise. I smirked happily at her lack of presence. My prediction was this table was going to be the center of attention, so I mentally noted to leave the room automatically before I was stopped, or was caught into their plans to flirt with him. I took another glance at Zoro and decided to make some small talk that wasn't about the work we were currently doing.

"You don't talk all that much, do you?" I question while being mesmerized at his tanned face. He moved his dark orbs to be for a brief second then to the bright windows on the right of the classroom.

"Depends. There's usually nothing to talk about," he finally answered still facing away from me.

"Makes sense," I respond nodding, mostly to myself. I'm not much of a talkative person either unless I really want to or it is sorely needed.

"What school did you go to before this one?" I ask hoping I would get a detailed answer, but knowing it wouldn't be likely, my hopes weren't that high.

While I was still studying his face that was visible to me, I noticed his eyes narrowed very slightly. It took him a while to answer, like the previous question, but after a while he just shrugged his shoulders. I raise a brow at his lack of words.

I opened my mouth again, planning to ask another question, but I was cut off my the lunch bell. I closed my mouth immediately, grabbed my bag, said a small 'see you later' to Zoro and quickly walked out of the classroom as fast as I possibly could.


As opposed to the first day, I left the school to the comfort of my empty home and leftovers from last night. The temperature had risen, causing me to feel sweaty and feel snappier. I help my right hand in front of my face to cover the bright lights radiating from the sun.

I was currently on the dirt path making my way to the school, for it was time for the next period to start. The canopy above wasn't helping to block the sun which made me grumble the whole time along the path. I look towards the ground and kick stray rocks that colored the dark colored ground.

From the distance, I hear a loud bell. I look up and slightly groan. I pick up my pace until it eventually reaches a full-out sprint. I reach the front doors and forget about going to my locker and go to my next class which is the class I dread the most, physics.

I make it to the door and notice it's closing, but I make it between the doors before the teacher shut it. I breath a small 'thanks' and notice everyone staring at me. I awkwardly smile and sit in the empty desk close to me. I look around, looking for fictional characters, but there seemed to be none in this class.

"Hello, students. I am Mr. Smith and I will be your physics teacher for this semester," the teacher announced while shutting the door and moving his place to the front of the class.

"Along the year, you will notice that I," he directed his gaze towards me, "don't like when students are late."

I rolled my eyes when everyone turned their eyes towards me and laughed. He once again started talking in which I completely ignore, for I wasn't able to due to the pain coming from my stomach and tiredness from the lack of sleep. After about ten minutes of me clutching my stomach and trying to keep my eyes open, something was placed in front of me while the teacher was talking with a sticky note attached to it with small handwriting.

Eat this; it will help you feel better. It's okay, I don't want it.

I narrow my eyes noticing behind the sticky note was a small energy bar. I raised my brow and looked up to the person that I didn't notice before. She was brownish-blonde and smiled at me. I gave a small smile back. Not wanting to be rude, I shrugged my shoulders and opened the wrapper and ate the energy bar. I mouthed a 'thank you' when I was finished, which she responded by mouthing 'no problem.' I stood up to throw the garbage in the trash, but apparently to Mr. Smith that is unacceptable.

"Excuse me, miss," the teacher loudly said, "what do you think you're doing?"

It seems like this teacher is going to quickly find his way to my shit-list.

I stop two strides away from the garbage can, look at him and then back, walk to more strides and throw it in the black bin. "Sorry, sir. I didn't know I couldn't throw garbage in the trash."

He loudly 'hmphs' and crossed his arms much like a child would do if they didn't get their way. My lips twitch at the teacher's childish ways.

"Frankly, I don't appreciate your sarcasm," he announces.

I blink, closing my eyes longer than usual and give him a deadpan expression, "I was just throwing out garbage. Would you be happier if I left it on the table?"

"Backtalk is not acceptable in this classroom."

"I am not back talking, I am simply responding to your demanding questions."

"Please take your seat and see me after class. You are disrupting time."

I roll my eyes since he was the cause of this whole 'disturbance'. I sit down and he clears his throat and starts his long explanation of useless things. I noticed the girl whom given me the granola bar was worriedly looking at me with her light green eyes. I ignored her and rested my head into my left hand, being completely pissed off and done with this day.


Remember when I said updates may be late? It applied to this chapter. Since school started I've just been tired and lazy every day. Sorry for the late update. I'm halfway through the next chapter, so that one shouldn't be delayed next week.

So far, I am the only one at my school that is an anime junkie… It's so fun being in a fandom you can't talk about outside of the internet. (I still do to my friend, but I think she's annoyed of it. Fun fact: This friend is who 'Kate' is based off of. She also told me to mention that she gives me ideas and such when I have writers block for this story. So yeah, I mentioned it.)

Also, I am so close to finishing One Piece. I'm currently on episode 540. I would've been done by now, but this thing called school keeps cock blocking me.

Read and review, please. :)