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"Everyone raise your hands up high where I can see them!!" yelled the terrorist while pointing the gun towards the students.

WTF!!HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING, WHY ME??,WHY??, AM I GONNA DIE HERE?SHIT I'M SO SCARED thought Drey while subconsciously wriggling his legs as if had mind of its own. 

suddenly Drey found himself sorrounded by a cold but comfort dazzling light. "Beautiful" he murmered to himself. There in the amidst of nothing a golden chair the size of an adult giant could be seen. Sitting on that profound chair was the the soul reaper

Follow Drey as he reincarnates into One piece

Im a beginner so im soorry for spellin mistakes n whatnot.

One piece: Alone

sorrry for poor grammar n spellin mistaks


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My seat was located in first row from the left bundled with 3 tables from the front and two from the back.After sitting down on my designated seat and confirming myself present I begin to stare out the window with a blank expression(Yes I had the window seat). 


yo, drey who do you like from the class?be honest we're the closest of friends right?whispered max with a inquisite look on his face.


he waa seated towards my right and frankly I didnt notice when he entered the class or seated towards my right.


I think Olivia is pretty cool. She's got the looks as well as the academic achievement I coldy replied thinking it would satisfy his question and from his response it worked out. 


Bro shes out of your league, literally everybody in thus class has one for her, even including myself. But wretched is our fortune he cried imitating some fictional character i couldnt make out clearly.


During break I head towards the cafeteria to grab myself a sandwich bundled with coke zero. I need to stay away from regular coke, that stuffy is straight out bad for my health i thought  to myself. 


I even began to start enjoying coke zero so much so I couldnt even tell the difference from normal coke or one with no sugar. why do people still drink regular coke? I ask myself following my previous thought.


My classroom was in awry however even more so than the chaos that is the cafeteria. I saw people crowd over layla like bees to flowers. damn she really is popular i quitely tell myself taking my rightful seat next to the window.


I notice eyes prying over me as soon as I took my seat. 


Wait.... whats going on here? i question myself thinking over countless possibilities but only one came out to be probable. That f*** m**** **** **** max I angrily uttered to myself. He wasnt present in the class. He ran away after selling me out.


I see Olivia approaching my direction; she had long light black hair packed neatly with a ribbon, a pair of bright green eyes and a fair complexion. Drey, do you want to talk outside? she cutely manages to pronounce. Thinking about staying in the classroom for a second longer bothered so I begin to follow her.


We sit on a emty desk across one another. A long moment of silence uphelded as we both try to approach the conversation failing miserably.


So... do you actually like me? she speaks questioning me. Thinking of a number of ways on how to deal with the situation correctly I reply with a soft "yes" loud enough only she could hear.


But what I did not expect was her reaction. Her cheeks reddened and her smile broadened resembling a disney princess. I...too.. like you she whispered in a more cuter way than before.


My mind trying to process what she just said but completely failed.


Apparently, she had a crush on me for a long time but resisted answering why she liked me.


She requested I spend tommorows break alongside her which I could not reject because of her cute expression so simply said "ok".


Anyways the  news travelled fast and my classmates think we're dating which isnt true atleast not right now.


Th rest of the day went as normal. Repettetive and boring succession of teachers and  lectures entertained my hand into writing.


School