Ummm, so this is my first fanfiction, I'm hoping it will go well. It's a One Piece parody of a book my mom gave me to read while I was complaining about being bored. The characters will be OOC due to different surroundings and backgrounds, but I hope that it won't be that bad. Reviews are welcome, I'm gonna need all the help I can get, but nothing to hurtful please.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or Temptation, they belong to Oda and Nora Roberts
Sunlight poured through the windows of the cabin and fell on the wooden floor. The sound of the morning bell echoed dully in her head. Though she'd only known that long, clanging ring for three days, Nami already hated it.
For one fanciful moment she buried her face under the pillow, imagining herself cuddled in her big four-poster. The Irish-linen sheets would smell ever so-slightly of oranges. In her airy pastel bedroom, the curtains would be drawn, the scent of fresh flowers sweetening the air.
The pillow case smelled of feathers and detergent.
With a grunt, Nami tossed the pillow to the floor, then struggled to sit up. Now that the morning bell had stopped, she could hear the cries of a few excited crows. From the cabin directly across the compound came a happy blast of rock music. With glazed eyes, she watched Nefertari Vivi bound out of the adjoining bunk. Her face was split by a grin.
"Morning." Vivi's fingers ran through her long blue hair, only taming the disarray slightly. Viv was, Nmai had always thought, all bounce. "It's a beautiful day," she announced in a voice as cheerful as the rest of her. Watching her friend stretch, Nami gave another noncommittal grunt. She swung her legs off the mattress and contemplated the accomplishment of putting her feet on the floor.
"I could grow to hate you." Nami's voice, still husky with sleep, carried the rounded tones of her finishing-school education. Eyes shut she pushed her own tousled orange hair away from her face.
Grinning, Vivi tossed open the cabin door so she could breathe in the fresh morning air while she studied her friend. The strong summer sunlight shot through Nami's bright hair, making it look aflame. Her slender shoulders slumped, she let out an enormous yawn. Vivi wisely said nothing, knowing Nami didn't share her enthusiasm for sunrise.
"It can't be morning," Nami grumbled. "I swear I only laid down five minutes ago." Resting her elbows on her knees, she dropped her face into her hands.
Vivi took one last breath of air, then shut the door. "All you need is a shower and some coffee. The first week of camp's the toughest, remember?"
Nami opened wide, chocolate brown eyes. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who fell in the poison ivy."
"Still itching?"
"A little." Because her own fowl mood was making her guilty, Nami managed a small smile. "In any case, this is the first time we're the campees instead of the campers." Letting out another fierce yawn, she rose and tugged on a robe. The air coming through the screens was chilly enough to make Nami's toes curl. She wished she could remember what she'd done with her slippers.
"Try under the bunk," Vivi suggested.
Nami bent down and found them. They were embroidered orange silk, hardly practical, but it hadn't seemed worthwhile to invest in another pair. Putting them on gave Nami an excuse to sit down again. "Do you really think five consecutive summers at Camp Forden for Girls prepared us for this?"
Haunted by her own doubts, Vivi clasped her hands together. "Nami, are you really having second thoughts?"
Because she recognized the distress in that bubbly voice, Nami buried her own doubts. Complaining wasn't going to put her on the road to success. With a shake of her head, Nami walked over to squeeze Vivi's shoulder. "What I have is a terminal case of morning crankiness. Let me go get that shower, then I'll be ready to face our twenty-seven tenants."
"I know it, too." Nami closed the bathroom door and leaned against it. She could admit it now, while she was alone. She was scared to death. Her last dime, her last ray of hope, were tied up in the six cabins, the stables, and the cafeteria that were Camp Liberty. What did Conomi Nami, former East Blue socialite, know about managing a girls' summer camp? Just enough to terrify her.
Okay, I know it's short, but that felt like a good place to end it. Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors you may find in this. Please review, I need to know whether I should continue or not.