Hey guys, sorry for not writing for a really long time, I've been busy. I've been rewriting this fanfiction to make it longer and better, and I hope you'll enjoy it. All the other chapters would also receive a makeover.
Disclaimer: I do not own any portion of One Piece
Was all this really a dream? Did my impossibly-difficult-to-grant wish finally come through?
As the final, melodious sounds of the usually dull bell rang through the slowly crowding corridors, my heart filled with a thousand dreams, mostly those of what I could spend the next unexpected week of holidays doing, adding another two days to the seven due to it already being Friday. Quickly filling my leather sack with my various stationary, I swung the fashionably designed (and expensive) bag pack over my bony shoulder and, surprisingly, followed the rest of the crowd in the squeeze to freedom.
The atrocious red lockers that lined the hallway no longer blinded my poor eyes as I struggled valiantly towards the light at the end of the over-crowded corridor, resisting that itching panic to roll up in a ball and cry at the sight of so many people.
As I passed through those two physical barriers cutting me from the infinite outdoor space, my arms involuntarily threw themselves upwards, finally freed from the constricting space of the crowds of students. My leather bag bounced gently against my back, carrying nothing but my laptop, the rest of my useless schoolbooks long dumped and forgotten in my locker. Homework, what homework?
Just another ordinary student. Just another ordinary day. You probably wouldn't know me, and vice versa. My name's Vii D. Summers, and I study at the Newton Morrison High School, a private school located in the heart of California. I was born in some private hospital, raised somewhere in this mass of land known as the United States of America, and as far as my immature 17 year old mind can remember, have stayed firmly planted on the land known as home.
The sun was rolling high across the sapphire sky, beating down mercilessly on both living and non-living creatures alike, anyone and anything that dared step under its infinite domain. My glimmering silver umbrella shimmered in the radiating light, keeping my frail self cool as I snapped my fingers, allowing the microchip phone under the skin of my left palm to visualize the hologram of a dial pad, before I dialed the number I was so well versed in. My flats hardly made no sound on the cemented pathway, making my quiet way towards the lonely carpark, where despite the vast space, its only occupants were my beloved and a few scum-looking cars that belonged to cheapskates.
It was hardly a few rings before the all-too-familiar voice of Sebastian resounded into my phone. Sebastian had been my butler for countless numbers of years, even since before I was born, and had been my loyal servant after my parents had became extremely busy with their sudden . He maintained the entire household for my parents and I, while we were busy or free, including cleaning my extremely untidy bedroom (an understatement), managing the rest of our vast number of invisible servants (I hardly see them), and cooking all three meals.
As soon as Sebastian picked up the phone, I happily relayed the good news to him, before passing on some of my orders. "Cancel all my dance classes and tell all those bastards that they're fired. Move the meeting with the client to Monday. Give everyone a day off tomorrow; I have no need for them. Tell the factories to get ready for a spot check on Tuesday. And give my babies a bubble bath, I want them ready by Sunday."
"Of course, young Mistress."
With that, he hung up, most probably off to relay all my orders via word of mouth or via phone.
Why did I, a seventeen-year-old teenager, have factories, servants and clients? Starting from the beginning, basically, Newton Morrison High School is a rich man school. One didn't get in based on grades. It was all based on money. People turned up for school in expensive sports models or limousines, usually driven by chauffeurs cause they couldn't get off their lazy asses long enough to even learn to drive. Students carried branded bags for schoolbooks and had purses stuffed full with credit cards. All the parents are either top lawyers or doctors or government workers, or even occasionally, businessman.
So naturally, my parents were filthy rich from owning a very lucrative business, and wanting me to one day run the business, decided to give me a portion to run as well. I ran the networking and innovation area of the factory, which my parents were either overconfident in my abilities or plain stupid. Who knows.
The cool thing about this was that my parents would have to buy my innovations from me and my separate testing plants, and all the profits would go into my pocket, making me (easily) the wealthiest girl at school. Not that I tell anyone. Ha. I would, actually. One day. And I'll laugh at their astonished faces.
On weekends, it's usually just meeting clients to establish contacts, more designing, going down to the testing plant, and of course, ensuring that no secrets were leaked.
School wasn't very hard, on purpose (to allow everyone to graduate), and didn't take much out of me, your normal, typical severely anemic girl. I skip all sorts of physical activity, and enjoy the shade and iced lemonade while laughing evilly when those fat kids are made to run rounds. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of those kids made to exercise. Their faces were precious.
I finally stopped in front of my baby, my dearest and most favorite car. My beautiful yellow Volkswagen Beetle. It glimmered under the unforgiving sun, naturally, being polished once every three days. Fishing out the keys, the melodic harmony echoed throughout the deserted carpark as the keys rang against each other. I didn't hesitate to flee from the school. After all, who wanted to actually spend more time than necessary at this hellhole?
The green countryside rolled past my window, the fresh air, before I reached my final destination, my lovely retreat, personal paradise in the middle of acres after acres of green fauna and flora. An isolated island within the land, my delicately designed single-floor castle, my home. Even though my parents own many different houses throughout the rest of the world, this will still be my only home. 30 different rooms, a ballrooms which I have never used, personal cinema, spa, swimming pool, arcade, you name it, we own it. But being severely anemic and somewhat friendless has its limitations, usually meaning that I'm left to game with myself. It gets lonely sometimes.
The steel gates quietly swung open, greeting me back into the warm, loving arms of my motherly home. My precious car knew which way to go, the garage a large side expansion of the mansion, the newest wing to be built. We soon chugged to a stop in one of the many lots, and I bid my baby goodbye before making my way towards the main house, my keys already nestled safely in my small hands. But just as I was about to turn the key in the door, like always, Fate decided to test my luck, and put a cardboard box directly at my doorstep. Me being me, I didn't see it.
"FUCK!"