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This is also a birthday special. Read it when your day comes!







"Get back inside!"

I watched as the group scurried back inside upon the orders of the ginger assistant student council. The scene might've looked funny to some, considering how the guys looked like they could beat the girl in the blink of an eye. But we're wiser now. That ginger can beat you up real bad.

"Traitor!" Luffy pointed an accusing finger at me. I was aware that Nami would scold them, so I went inside earlier than them. I had warned the group, but they didn't listen. Not my fault.

"How am I traitor..." I trailed off, unable to muster up the energy to have an illogical argument with the raven haired boy.

Sanji smacked Luffy's head, scolding him for calling me a traitor. He then proceeded to wish me good morning all over again, and then headed towards Nami to annoy her as well.

The group all went to their separate seats, bringing along the excessive noise they made. I'd chat to them if I could, but I can't. I just cannot find the energy to waste on strumming my vocal chords. 


The teacher walked in, and we stood up to greet him. We did the usual student stuff - nothing interesting. I couldn't seem to pay attention to the explanation. My mind was filled with things about the various responsibilities that were thrust upon me. 

Once the school finds a student reliable enough to free them from a portion of their work, they enslave you almost immediately. They paint the picture as a lively learning environment, where they give you special treatment in a form of privilege - which is, preparing yourself for adulthood by having loads of extra work thrusted upon you. Quite a privilege, I suppose. Note the sarcasm.

The teacher went on explaining about something that happened hundreds of years ago, and as I entertained myself by pondering how in the world would such information benefit us, I soon drifted off to thoughts about topics that are worlds away from the class. All the work that interrupted my sleep schedule showed its side-effects, and I soon found myself travelling from soap opera universe to dreamland.

"Y/N!" a voice bellowed.

I sprang up, looking around frantically like an idiot.

"Why are you sleeping in my class?" asked the voice, which belonged to the teacher.

"Sir, I..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say. "I'm sorry, sir," I managed.

"It's very out of character for you to doze off in the middle of a class, Y/N," he sighed. "I don't know what's up, but please refrain from doing this ever again. Sit down"

I mumbled sorry again and sank down in my seat. I could feel my face burning scarlet. The embarrassment! That moment was so humiliating. This time, my homicidal thoughts are directed towards myself. But then, how did he have the audacity to tell me off in such a way as if it were my fault? Well, perhaps it is, partially. But he made it seem like I did it on purpose. We both know very well that my exhaustion comes from the teachers, but it seems that only one of us accept it.

I could see from the corner of my eye, Nami, staring at me sympathetically. Most of my friends understand me, I suppose. But only some of them show it in a desired manner, obviously. There's no point in dwelling about what has happened, is there? 

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