School Of Devils

Chapter 1

She ran and ran with a bright grin on her face. Swiftly sliding past people, she laughed, mocking the police officers who were chasing her with all their might. Upon crossing the road, she saw police cars – about five – coming. She smirked and ran ahead; when the cars came close, she bent her knees and jumped on top of the first car and across the road through the cars.

On the other side, she placed her hands on her hips and gave a peace sign with a big smile. "Catch me if you can!" She shouted, turned around and continued sprinting.

She was tired and thirsty, but she knew if she was caught, she'd be in big trouble. She had been caught up in a fight and in the middle, they broke a bakery and the police ran quickly; the delinquents had been caught but she escaped pretty much by a width of hair of time. She had already been tired out from the fight, so all she could do now is try to outrun them and come back with her shameless smile.

At least, that was what she thought would happen; because it seems like one detective had been in front of her, accompanied by ten other officers – all armed.

"Scarlette," the detective growled, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed; his teeth clenched on the cigarettes harder and his hands gripped his arms harder.

She ceased into a stop and grinned, huffing and puffing. "Hey, uncle Smokey! Havin' a great day, I see!"

The man, Smoker, growled, not amused. "I gave you one more chance, Scarlette; and you broke that chance an hour later!"

"It wasn't my fault!" Scarlette said. "They were the ones who came up to me and asked for some time. I wanted to ignore them, I swear!"

Smoker sighed, rubbing the area between his eyebrows. "Just come with me, girl." He signaled his men to lower their guns down, turned, and walked away.

She pouted, but did as she was told. They went inside a police car and were driven to the police headquarters, where Smoker worked. Uncuffed, she was lead to a room she knew so well, Smoker's office. The owner of the room plopped on his black leather chair and sighed; she took her place on the brown sofa across him.

"What's up?" She grinned.

"Do you have any idea how much the damage costs? Do you have any idea how much the police had to deal with? Do you have any idea how much scolding the old man gave us?" he sighed. "Scarlette, you need to keep your powers in control – it's for the sake of all of us."

"And how do you plan I do that?" she scoffed, crossing her arms.

He tossed a pamphlet on the table and she took it. It was about a school; in large, black letters, 'GRAND LINE ACADEMY' was written on the front page. 

"This was the school I went to when I just got my fruit," he said. Smoker was also a 'devil fruit' eater – he was a smoke man now; pretty accurate with his habits, actually.

She rose an eyebrow, "And you're telling me to enroll there? I'm 20, Smoker, 20! I was supposed to graduate from high school three years ago; aside from the fact that I've never went to high school, or middle school, or primary, or kindergarten." She stood up. "I don't understand. You told me I didn't need to go to school, you taught me everything I needed to know – language, mathematics, science, even self defense and how to use my powers. Why are you telling me to go to school now?"

Smoker sighed, "I thought I could, Scarlette, I thought I could. You're growing up to be a delinquent, I can't have that; you're misusing your fruit to do some rough stuff. What if you're doing some other things behind my back that aren't filled in the police records?"