Since my summary sucks I wont give it to you. I'm sure you've been through enough torture...

I know you've probably heard this a million times by now but...please read 'n review. It give me the strength to go on...

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((Disclaimer - I once had a dream where I owned One Piece. I was drawing the cartoons and airing it then making books. But all dreams must end...))

WAIT! I forgot to tell you that Bellemère is still alive in my story. That makes it an AU.

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BEEPBEEP...BEEPBEEP...BEEPB– Crash!

Turning over and groaning, a fire haired girl felt anything but happy. Someone is going to die.

All the way downstairs a pink haired woman was making breakfast. With a cigarette placed firmly in her mouth, she cracked an egg into a hot skillet in front of her. She looked at her stove-top clock and sighed. Time for another 'Nami' day? Knowing that today was Friday, she would have to be extra careful of Nami's temper.

As said girl lay tangled in her sheets, she heard soft footsteps trudging up the steps toward her room. She knew who it was and what they wanted. It was Bellemère and she wanted her to get up to go to school. She automatically covered her head and pillow with her blanket. The doorknob twisted, opening the door and allowing entrance into the teenager's room.

"Nami," the tall woman named Bellemère began, "you do know that you have school today right?"

Nami replied with a simple grunt. "Ugh..." she sounded pathetic. "Unfortunately." she paused, "Bellemère, what time does the sun get up?" Nami asked. Bellemère looked at her like she hadjustsprouted another head.

Bellemère looked as if she were really thinking. "I don't know, Nami. Do you know when the sun gets up?" Teasing Nami was one of Bellemère's favorite pastimes.

She could hear a small growl from under the covers. "I think the sun needs to wake up at noon...like me!" She could hear Bellemère laughing on the other side of the bed. "What's so funny?" she asked, baring her teeth at her foster mother.

"Oh nothing... just that you sounded so weird when you said, 'like me!' You sounded unnaturally happy." she joked.

Nami pulled the covers off her head and glared at her. Bellemère took this a chance to pull the covers off of Nami. Who, of course, knew what she was thinking, but was too slow. Bellemère reached forward and pulled at the edge of the covers so hard Nami fell forward. Nami laughed at her own stupidity. "Bellemère, Why does school start so early? And why does it have to be during the day? Why can't it start at seven at night and end at midnight? That would be awesome..." she trailed off and rolled on her back. She almost immediately fell asleep.

"Oh no you don't. You can't fall asleep on me like that!" scolded Bellemère. "And I don't know the answer to your questions. They're too hard. Go ask someone who knows." She picked up the covers that fell on the ground and placed them on the bed. "Nojiko is already at school. She said she would be there early to check things out. She likes to get a head start when she starts a new school." She walked over to the door. "So just get dressed you little punk. Breakfast will be done in abou--" she cut off. She sniffed the air and screamed. "Gah! The eggs are burning! Get dressed Nami, and don't go back to sleep or I'll get you up the hard way!" She ran down the stairs and started on remaking breakfast.

Might as well get dressed. She walked over to her dresser and tried to pick out the perfect outfit for her first day at school. Why did school have to start on a Friday? I hate Friday mornings. She picked out some black jeans and a cadet blue T-shirt. She walked over to her bed, but didn't quite make it. Somehow, she got her foot caught on a rug wrinkle and fell face-first onto the carpet. The clothes she was carrying flew all over the place and landed on her head. I can tell this day is going to turn out great... She thought sarcastically.

Nami walked downstairs clad in black and blue carrying her small messenger bag over her shoulder. "Bellemère, is the school close enough to walk to?" she asked as she sat down to eat her breakfast.

"I think so Nami. Why? You don't want to take the bus?" She asked as she slid a plate of waffles in front of Nami.

"Not really. Buses are usually crowded. And I won't find anyone to sit with either." Nami looked down and ate her waffles. She got up and poured herself a glass of apple juice and guzzled it down. She pushed her waffles aside and kissed Bellemère on the cheek. "Expect me home. I should be home around 2:30. Bye!" She picked up her backpack from the floor and slung it over her shoulder. She walked over to the door and put her shoes on, sliding them on without tying the laces.

As she stepped over the threshold, she took in a large breath and exhaled vigourously. She started walking down the sidewalk, and as she passed the alley next to her house, she slowed down, Why do I have this strange... feeling?

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I know this isn't much, but it took me a long time. I told you I was a slow typer. Well, that completes Chapter 1 of Windows to the Soul. Remember ... R&R!