So this is my first time translating a complete fanfiction that I made in English. It has been quite a while since I translated something, so feel free to point out mistakes if I made any!

As for this story, I want to specify that I live in Québec, so school isn't exactly like America, or even the other provinces in Canada. Don't get confused when I say that they're in their last year, but they're only 16 years old. That's right, here, we finish high school at 17. If there's anything you don't understand, or you're confused, don't hesitate to tell me! I'll explain as best as I can!

Well, I hope you will like my story, enjoy the first chapter!

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The Girl with the Camera, Chapter One

Birds were flying in the blue sky, spreading their long wings as the sun was shining on their feather, giving them a magical appearance.

Click.

The school fountain gave a refreshing taste to the view by this unusual hot day of September. The water was almost calling me to dive in.

Click.

A couple sitting by the shadow of a tree was lovingly looking at each other. Pure love.

Click.

A tall man wearing a suit was peacefully smoking by the entrance of the school building. His messy black hair gave the impression that he didn't even bother to brush it this morning. His piercing grey eyes were watching students who took advantage of the break to go outside. An evil smirk on his lips, he dropped his cigarette on the ground, smashing it with his foot, and before he turned around to go inside, I swear he looked at me through the lens. I took away my camera from my eye and watched him go. Trafalgar Law once again cut the inspiration right under my foot. No way I could take nice pictures after seeing his face. I sighed furiously and put my camera in my bag. Oh, how I hated that teacher…

The bell rang, which meant we had to go back in class. With the other students, I went back inside. The hall was full of people as I tried to make my way through the crowd to get to my locker. More than once, people bumped into me. Each time, I protected my bag. My camera cost me way too much for horny teenagers to break it.

I finally got to my locker and I smiled when I saw my friend already there.

"Yo, Luffy" I said.

He didn't even turn his head to acknowledge me. He just continued searching through his mess.

"Do you know where my math notebook is?" He asked as a greeting.

I pushed him gently to the side to search too. Without much looking, I took what he was looking for and gave it to him. He smiled like an idiot before thanking me and running off. He disappeared through the crowd, his things under his arm, to meet with his two friends who fought all the time. Seriously, I wondered how Zoro and Sanji hadn't killed each other yet despite their hatred...I shook my head and took my things to go to class. I put them in my bag, careful not to damage my precious camera, before locking the door. I followed the other students, making my way to class. I arrived much too soon to my taste. I sighed and tried to go in my classroom, but someone bumped me. I grunted while I rubbed my forehead. I looked up, annoyed, and thought about giving a piece of my mind to my ''assailant'', but I froze. Zoro was looking at me, not even fazed by our collision. I looked down, breathed ''sorry'' and went in the classroom as fast as possible. I got to my desk by the back of the class, next to the window, and sat down quickly. A sigh escaped my lips. Will I be ever able to talk normally to Zoro again..?

"I'm so glad to be in his class!" Said a voice next to me.

I turned my head and saw two girls, one on a desk, the other standing by her side, who were talking loudly.

"Me too!" Said the second girl. "It's his first year as a teacher. That's what I heard."

Her friend nodded.

"I don't know about you, but I say he should have been a model. Just look at him.."

They sighed at the same time, their heads in the clouds. I winced and looked outside. The biologist teacher Trafalgar Law was quite popular among his co-workers, especially with the female gender. And not just them. It didn't matter if it was the other teachers or the students, he was a heartbreaker. And of course, with popularity comes rumours. Some said he went to prison. You know, because of all the tattoos he had. The most known was the one he had on his fingers, where we could read the word Death. Others said he was part of a sect, or that he was a drug dealer. If you ask me, it was all bullshit. But you know, teenagers love gossip, so…

The second bell rang. As the students complained, the biologist teacher walked in to begin his class. My head fell down in my hand as I looked at the beautiful sun outside. I would give anything to be elsewhere. Time's gonna pass slowly…

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"Bye Cerys, see you tomorrow!" Yelled Luffy as he crossed the road, almost getting run over by a car.

The driver shouted his lungs out, cursing at the young man. He apologised while laughing before walking away. I shook my head as I watched him. This guy's going to get killed someday.. I slowly got on the sidewalk, my faithful camera in my hands. Without really knowing where I was going, I sought the perfect picture to capture. Just then, I felt something touch my back. I turned around and saw Nami with a smile on her face.

"Mind if I tag along?" She asked.

I shook my head as we walked in a comfortable silence. We only knew each other for less than two months, but we were already good friends. We met at the Baratie, which is owned by Zeff, the adoptive father of Sanji. The blond works there as a waiter, and the redhead girl walked in as I was eating some noodles. Of course, being the player he is, Sanji started to flirt with her, even though it was pretty obvious that she wasn't interested, not in the least. That didn't stopped him though. As the minutes dragged on, she became more and more irritated, and she snapped at some point. Without even as much as a warning, she punched him square in the face. I almost choked on my noodles. When I was finally able to breath again, I bursted out laughing hard, to the point where I was crying. She found my reaction funny, so she came over, and from there on out, we became friends.

Without realising it, my camera went up to my eye and I looked at my neighbour. She really had everything for herself. With her long red hair, her shining brown eyes and her perfect body, no wonder Sanji fell for her, even after she punched him. I captured her beauty forever by pressing on the shutter release. Click. I'm sure it's going to be a pretty picture.

She saw what I was doing. Instead of being angry, she showed me her tongue. I laughed and took another photo. I then put down my camera and continued to walk in silence.

"Your parents are still not home?" She asked.

I nodded.

"They're overseas, right?"

"Yup. Since August."

She nodded. We walked some more, and without even realising it, we were in front of her house. She told me goodbye before entering the building. I pursued my way and ended up at my own house. Or apartment. I sighed and climbed the stairs until I was in front of my door, on the fourth floor. I went in, since it wasn't locked, and took off my shoes in the lobby.

"I'm home!" I yelled, my voice echoing in the house.

I heard footsteps getting near me. In all its glory, Trafalgar Law appeared in front of me, his hand loosening his tie. He smirked mischievously and replied with a sarcastic voice.

"Welcome home."