Drop dead gorgeous (Boyfriend)
Summary: Nami is one of the kids at the bottom of the food chain; doesn't think that she is gorgeous. She always would try to be someone that she is not to fit in with the in-crowd and because of that, she always argues with her mother over stupid stuff; Because of her attitude, she had to move from Japan to America.
After four years of being in America, she still isn't where she wants to be.
Dear readers,
I thank you for reading my other story 'Nothing' and I am presenting another one to you all. This is the story that I said I was going to mix together. I am so happy to be able to make another story that you all may like.
Remember, I am not like others who force people to review, I am far from it. I want readers to be able to read and enjoy reading it. I don't care about the number on the side of the story that seems to go up; I just want you all to enjoy a good story once in a while. But if you do review, I appreciate it; and as long as you all are happy with the story, that's good with me.
I will be updating this story every Saturday, so be ready for every chapter every Saturday, okay?
Because I am beginning this story I will not be updating my other story,' Nothing', today but tomorrow, I promise I will update it.
POWER TO THA PEPO,
-Bluejay139
Disclaimer: I do not own one piece, but I do own the plot of this story.
Chapter one: The sweet invitation that will lead me to the top! Part 1
Nami POV
The morning is cold and bright, which causes me to groan and sit up from my comfortable pillow with my thick legs are on both sides of me and my hands are in between my legs, I feel like I am sitting like a dog somehow. I gaze at the bright orange curtains that are on the left with not so much enthusiasm and shut them close, causing the room to become dark as the night sky itself.
'Just the way I like it,' I thought to myself, smiling and lying back down on my side.
When I lay back down on my green pillow, someone barges into the room, grabs me by the foot, causing me to yelp in surprise and my orange eyes to open wide, and throws me onto the green carpeted floor. This causing me to grunt and sit up, looking at the person who did this with a glare on my face.
"Time to wake up Nami," Nojiko said, with a grin on her face and walked towards the curtains, opening them wide, causing the room to become bright again. I groaned and crawled back onto my bed and under the covers. "Come on Nami, you only have one more year in high school here in America, then after that, you can do whatever you want with your life. Just get up!" she said, pulling the warm covers off of me, causing me to groan, and curling up into a ball.
The reason why we came here to America was because of my bad behavior, I argued with my mom over popularity and how I am changing. I was upset that I wasn't popular in my other school; I was angry that I couldn't be like the other girls in school. I did not feel that I was even gorgeous because those girls would always say I am ugly. I know it is childish to actually listen to them, but….. I couldn't take it! It was driving me insane. So I changed and became like them. I started to become popular, but then I had that argument with my mother and had to move to America; Here in America is even worse!
"Bye-bye," she said, finally leaving my room. She must feel so proud of herself now.
Nojiko is my sister; she has short light-purple hair and dark brown eyes. She has a nice tanned skin and she is not my real sister, believe it or not Nojiko and I were adopted by Bellemere, my not-real mother.
Bellemere has red-purple hair that is similar to a Mohawk and nice creamy skin. She always is seen with a cigarette and tougher than gorilla. We tried to stop her from her bad habit once, but didn't succeed in doing that.
Our not-real-father's name is Genzo; he is a good father figure being as though he is not really our father. He has short-black hair and has scars all over from a fight he had with this guy named Arlong. They were fighting because Arlong tried to make me 'his' and Genzo didn't like the sound of it. I remember he would always do un-speakable thing to me, every time I was alone with him. Just thinking about it makes me shiver.
I mumble a few curses under my breath, voice all scratchy and dry; because of that I swallow down saliva down my throat. I get up from my tangerine bed, moaning, and walked straight into the bathroom that is in my room. I look at myself in the mirror tracing my face with my orange eyes, and saw that my curly long-red hair was sticking up in different directions and I don't really care about that right now, because I am going to take a shower and wash my hair anyway. I turn around, facing the large bath-tub and turn the warm water on. Then, I pull the nob on top of the faucet and the shower automatically comes on. I take my long curly-red hair from its pony-tail position and strip my clothes off; as I walk into the shower; I moan as the warm water dances through my long-red locks. After that, I take the tangerine shampoo; rub it through my hair, sighing with a smile in my face.
'This is great,' I thought.
When I am done washing my hair, I wash my body. Then, I get out of the bath and grab an orange towel from the closet right beside the toilet. I wrap the orange towel around me and walk out the bathroom, looking for clothes inside my dresser.
"Where is that shirt?" I mumble to myself; digging through the orange dresser.
When I find the orange polo shirt, I go to my closet to look for some skinny jeans to match with it and when I find it, I walk back into my bathroom to get ready for school.
Sorry this chapter is short, I will make it up to you though, I promise.