The circus is here
a.k.a. Getting Lost During Sleepovers Is A Bad Idea
New version
Author's note: Yosh, so here's the new version. A lot of things are going to change. (I, for one, find it has completely changed. The only thing that remained is the characters xD) Jodi's hair turned red, Alana's hair is black (Anna's hair is still blonde). Alana now has the Doro Doro no Mi(draw draw fruit: anything she draws becomes real at the size it was drawn). They land in One Piece alright, but it'll take a longer time for them to meet the Strawhats. It's possible that fillers are left out. (I don't hate the fillers; I'm just too lazy, but I'll surely leave fun fillers like the G8 one in)
Jodi can play the piano; yes; but she's not going to replace Brook or anything. (Brook is just made of too much awesome to be replaced.)
This is a prologue; that's why it's so short.
Disclaimer:
No, I don't own One Piece or any of it's characters. I do own Alana, Jodi and Anna, and we're definitely not planning to kidnap the strawhat crew.
Prologue
Where they find out they're definitely not at Jodi's house anymore, Toto.
Anna, for one, had no clue how it happened. She remembered the pillow fight and the long talk and that crucial moment where they fell asleep. She did not remember a busy town; nor did she remember a fountain and she certainly didn't remember the strange fruit.
But perhaps she was just having amnesia.
That thought seemed to disappear with the wind as Jodi let out a piercing scream. And normally, Jodi did not scream. Ever. Hand her a basket of tarantula's, she'll be fine. Drop her from a height and she'll sigh at your pitiful attempt to make her scream.
Maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that she was soaking wet, sitting in a fountain with a sleeping Alana on her lap, that made her scream like that.
"Hey, Anna. Is this a dream?" she asked, searching her pockets of (new, unknown) clothes for a pack of cigarettes. She wasn't a chain smoker, but due to the high amount of stress caused by a 'where-the-hell-are-we'-moment, she craved nicotine.
"I'm afraid not, Jodi."
So, where the hell are our heroines?
Close to a fountain, for sure, and deep down you all know it.
But I'm just trying to do my job as an author here.
So, stay tuned for the actual story.