OK so I got chased after by another plot bunny, but the thing is it wasn't my plot bunny and it was a plot bunny at all. It was a plot weasel that escaped from the pet store the somebody else owned and followed me back into my brain, joined the old plot bunny for the Ace-centric story and they held me at gun point. Where the plot bunny from before got a second gun is a mystery to me. Anywho, I had to pm the plot weasel owner and ask if I could make the weasel into a stew or feed it to the wolves outside my house. Those wolves have a rather disturbing habit of congregating around my house when I need them. But that is beside the point, now back to the plot bunny and weasel holding me hostage in my own home.

-someone presses the fast forward button-

-waits two minutes-

-presses play-

And that's how the plot bunny and the plot weasel were successfully kicked out of my house, over the neighbor's pool and into the frying pan.

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Zoro sped through the green light, he looked at the clock and cursed, school was starting in five minutes. He cursed himself for over sleeping … again. But it wasn't really his fault; it was his damn alarm clock's fault. If it had been just a few inches away from his reach he wouldn't have been able to crush it and he might have fallen out of bed whilst trying to silence it. Zoro took in a quick breath as he turned the sharp corner into the senior parking lot of the high school. He made more recklessly sharp turns, almost running over other late students, and parked in his designated parking space. Zoro jumped out, slammed the door, locked the car with the click of the small keychain remote and darted off like his pants were on fire.

But it seemed fate was determined to make him late because he found himself slamming right into someone he had vowed, since freshman year, to never run into again. Officer Smoker made an 'oomf' sound as Zoro winded him and they toppled backwards onto the sidewalk. The rather compromising position the two had fallen into made the whole situation more embarrassing than need be.

"Roronoa!" Officer Smoker growled as he lifted himself onto his elbows while glaring at Zoro. Zoro took the initiative to scramble off said scary police officer and stand at attention and waited for the ever popular punishment that was given out daily by Smoker. Smoker cleared his throat.

"You made several speeding violations, didn't turn on your blinker when turning and nearly ran over two students," If looks could kill Zoro might have died from Smokers glares after Junior year, Smoker sighed and slapped his forehead, "Zoro, this is your third ticket in the past two weeks, when the hell are you going to learn how to actually drive that car correctly?"

"When that she-devil, Nami, stops increasing my debt so I can go buy gas to actually practice with," Zoro growled in response which did not improve Smoker's mood, though there was a twitch in his lip that looked like it was going to form a smile. Then Smoker pulled out a notepad and pen, wrote something down, tore a piece of paper off and smacked it onto Zoro's forehead. The bell proceeded to ring just at that moment.

"Shit!" Zoro cursed again and flew towards the doors while Smoker yelled at him about not cussing and soap-something-or-other. He ran through the halls, gaining a few cat-calls from other students who had the first class off as he swerved around them at top speed. He ran down the English and History hallway, up the stairs to the History section and made a left turn and stopped at the door. He took in a deep breath the calm himself before entering the class and just as he gripped the handle he read the door sign…

Mr. Abarro read the sign, Zoro rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath as he turned around and ran back, took a right, took another right and clasped the handle to the right classroom door. Ms. Nico was posted on the door; inwardly he sighed in relief and entered the classroom. He was greeted by many pairs of eyes taking interest in his appearance at the door; the eyes he didn't want looking at him were the piercing blue ones of his teacher, .

"Mr. Roronoa, your late again, I'm going to have to ask you to see me after class," She stated simply and motioned for him to take his seat, he complied and walked over to his desk while fighting back the urge to pound in the faces of the kids who were snickering at him. He took his seat in the middle of the third row and got out his school supplies and stuffed the ticket Smoker gave to him in the front pocket of his back pack.

Ms. Nico continued on with the lesson, talking about how the economy would have recessions and so on and so forth. Three minutes into taking notes someone was repeatedly, unrelentingly, poking him on the shoulder. Suddenly a note flew past his ear and landed next to his right elbow. Zoro glared at it, turned around and glared at the boy behind him who was smiling from ear to ear and turned back in his seat to open the letter. It read:

See you after class Zoro

, Luffy

There was a messed up smiley face next to it that looked like a skull with a straw hat on it. Zoro smirked and rolled his eyes as he pocketed the letter to hide it from his history teacher's eyes. He smirked because he knew Luffy must have been late to class too and they would probably have detention together… again.

Everything was so repetitive sometimes.

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Well then, credit to the idea for this fic goes to Inumaru12 because she's awesome like that. Also the plot weasel is really the fic idea but I call it a plot weasel because it's an idea that someone else came up with and I 'stole' actually she was practically handing them out on a digital/fictional silver platter like a bunch of sugar cookies and I just had to have one 'cus it's sugar people and whatnot. And that whole high school idea was totally my idea!

-God throws more pans at authoress-

Owie! Stop that!

-peeks out bedroom window and spies the pissed off plot bunny and plot weasel-

Oh crap-HELP ME PEOPLE!

-grabs baby snailphone like the ones from One Piece and hugs it tightly-

Anywho, this chapter was written really quickly but I had to put it up because I wouldn't have done the story if I hadn't have done something. I'm really sorry if it is uber short and kinda crappy and stuff. I will do it more justice later and it will undergo heavy cosmetic revisions and be prettier some other day. The rest of the story will more than likely be written in Zoro's POV if I can get into my Zoro doujinshi mode.

Oh and bring out that dead 'high school' story horse so I can poke it with a stick!

Oh and Ms. Robin Nico teaches History and Economy classes so I hope that clears up any problems.