A/N: Hi everybody! This is my first fanfic so please bare with me. An idea just popped into my head and I wanted to create a character that people might be able to relate to. So yea this is just the typical OC falls into One Piece world. If you like it or have any suggestions please review. And last but not least. I do not own One Piece I never have and I never will.

Chapter 1: Flaming blue chickens?

My face lit up with a smile as I threw another snowball across the yard. It was starting to warm up outside and the snow was melting. What better time to have a snowball fight than now? I pack up another snowball and pop up from behind my 5 foot snow fort wall and hurl the ball at my little brother, dodging an incoming snowball aimed at my face. Too late. My little brother pelts me right in face with another snowball. I fall over, laughter ringing my ears before I too start to laugh. My name's Jennifer, I'm a seventeen year old, average girl. Or as average as it gets I think. My little brother, Kevin, is thirteen. Ha! Another shot that landed on its target. Jennifer 8 – Kevin 3. I was playing Pirate with my little brother. No really, just because I'm seventeen doesn't mean I don't still do things like this.

"Whitebeard Pirates Forever!" I yelled as I launch another snowball at Kevin. Yeah that's right. I'm an Otaku. I duck behind my fort as it gets attacked by snowballs. "NOOOO! Moby! You stupid Marine, you'll pay for hurting my ship *cough cough, fort*!" More snowballs bombard my little brother's fort. I watch as he is hit by about a dozen as he tries to recover from my relentless attack.

"Damn pirate! Feel my absolute justice!" Snow is flying everywhere, but I was protected by my fort which I had named the Moby Dick because I was pretending to be a Whitebeard Pirate. Of course, it's just a game nothing too serious so I prepare to go back inside after a bit, I'm getting cold. That snowball to the face didn't help.

"Pirates are just scum of the sea!" I heard him yell. Oh No! I take it all back. This is no longer a game with no meaning. This is a fight that I can't back down from. Like I would ever lose to marines. A long and exhausting battle pursues the meaningless insults about both teams. Screw cold, my pride has taken over my mind. I couldn't tell you how long we continued to play , pelting each other with freezing cold balls of snow but it seemed too short of a time when we heard my Mom's car pull into the garage. The reaction was instant. I moved so fast I must have beat some sort of world record. From the time that it took us to get out of the backyard, into the house and up the stairs into our rooms must have been some sort of record.

I slammed the door to my room and threw off my jacket and gloves. I managed to change into a pair of dry sweats and a T-shirt by the time I heard my mom open the door. Dang, either I was a clothes-changing ninja or my mom just walks really slowly. I dash down the stairs and greet my mom. Yup I was definitely a clothes-changing ninja.

"Hey mom, how was your day?" I tried really hard to be casual even though I was having a hard time catching my breath. I am really out of shape.

"Oh it was just the usual, what about you?" My mom was giving me a meticulous look as if she can see into my soul. I was sweating bullets. Maybe she actually can see into my soul. Man, that would suck. Well no backing out now.

"Well I practiced piano (lol no I didn't) and I'm doing my homework right now (hehe, no I'm not)." I've kinda gotten good at this whole fake important stuff and actually do dumb stuff so I was pretty much prepared for any response she had.

"Good, did Kevin practice piano already?" Well in reality, no. My response, yes. That's when Kevin came strolling down the stairs like nothing had been happening. Good he's gotten better at his casual act. That's just how we work. One moment we're fighting like world war 3 and another we get along like best friends. Actually we never act like best friends but we occasionally team up on my parents if it's to both our convenience. And to hide our deep dark secrets…. Ehh not really that dark or deep but still. And usually the best friend basis only lasts about a minute or two before I find a reason to argue with him. That's a lie I'm always arguing with him and at best I can tolerate him but never see him as a best friend. It's all a big trust issue. Anyways, I find the perfect opening so I ditch to go do my "homework". No way am I staying when I can be free.

I woke up to sunlight streaming though my window. Uggggghhhhh…..Monday morning. I drag myself out of bed and smash through my brother's door. Not literally but I guess it would be pretty cool if I could just smash through a door. Anyways I give him the usual wake up call. A pillow to the face. I remember the first time I did that. He was angry at me for days. I don't think he minds now though, because even if he did mind I would still do it anyways. I disappear into the bathroom and get ready for school….ewww school. That's when I remember all the homework that I didn't do yesterday. When I tell my mom I'm doing homework it means that I'm watching anime. Even if I do have homework to do. Whatever I'll just fake them, like I usually do.

I quickly eat breakfast and throw on my jacket. I shove my lunch into my backpack and reach for my badminton racket. I have to walk to school because my parents leave early. Lucky Kevin gets to take a school bus. I don't really mind it though. I hate being kept inside. Well unless I'm watching anime, then it doesn't matter.

Kevin walks down the stairs and that's my cue that I can leave. I've left before he's come down once and he ended missing the bus. As I step outside the cold air nips at my exposed skin. I start my 20 minute trek to the school, wrapping my scarf a little bit closer to my face. Snow burdened my foot steps and I soon was dragging my feet through wet, slushy snow. I can feel the wet, cold feeling seeping into my shoes so I quicken my pace.

By the time I got to the school my socks were starting to feel damp. I don't really mind that much though, I just switch my shoes with my running shoes that I use for gym. Settling into the library, I take out my binder and begin to finish my homework in a very lazy, half-ass style. The end results were answers that just looked like I was ranting about weird topics and doodles of pirate flags all over the page. The most distinguishable flags were Whitebeard's, and Luffy's. I'm greeted by a bunch of friends and we leave to our first class together.

To be honest, I actually have a lot of friends. Life at school is pretty good. Good grades, lots of friends; schoolwork even becomes fun sometimes. Well that's usually when we have paper airplane wars to share our answers. The hours tick by painfully slow before I find myself at the end of the school day, preparing to go home. I guess it wasn't that long considering that I slept through all of my classes.

My locker door slams as I kick it close and snap the lock on. It took me nearly 4 days to be able to open that lock on my first day of freshman year. The one that spins clockwise and counter clockwise. It messed with my head too much; all the weird directions. I heft up my binder under my arm and walk towards the stairs. I don't usually pay very much attention to my surroundings, a very big mistake on my behalf, so I ended up walking right into a door. As usual, laughter follows my clumsy mistakes like my shadow follows me. By some miracle, I make it home after badminton practice without tripping over my own two feet. I know I make it sound like such a hard task but I really am clumsy. I tend to trip over my own feet and the usual stuff. But I do have some strong points. I like to believe that I'm good at badminton. I crash into my bed, quite literally. A nap afterschool sounds good to me. My parents don't get home until late anyways. Nobody needs to know.

I fell asleep, dreaming of devil fruits and pirates. All too soon, I shoot straight up the second I hear the front door open. I thank whatever mighty being that's out there controlling my fate for my keen hearing. I stumble around a bit trying to orient myself after getting up too quickly. I throw open my books and make it look like I'm studying as my dad walks into my room. I stared back at my dad's deep brown, unflinching eyes. If I could explain his look I would say it's like Mihawk's stare but not intimidating, just there. It's kind of like he can see into my soul but without meaning to. I shift awkwardly in my chair and turn back to my work. My dad, convinced, leaves my room.

I sigh and slump down in my chair. I hate having to hide everything. I grab my backpack and dump out the contents. I was going to go out on a "walk". I throw in a change of clothes into my bag and grab my coat. Throwing my calculus textbook into my bag I walk down the stairs. Since the weather was starting to warm up most of the snow is melting away leaving behind large puddles of water. I figured that I could go out for a bit and get away from confinement.

"DAD! I'm going out for a bit!" I yell up the stairs. I slip on my shoes and shoulder my bag after I hear a muffled "ok". I close the door behind me and drop my house key into my pocket as I begin to walk towards the park. Feeling quite frustrated at the day's amount of homework I decide to walk off my anger. After a while I find that I ended up far away from home in a different park. I knew where I was though. I'm not lost. The park was deserted; all the children had gone home after the sun started to set. The sky was a perfect blend of reds, oranges, and yellows when I looked up. The clouds drifted along in the sky and at that moment everything was peaceful. I settle into a swing, backpack and all, before I rock back and forth for what seemed like ages, just lost in my thoughts.

I hear my phone give a little ring so I pull it out of my pocket.

New email.

The more I read the email, the higher I swung. I scowl a bit. I wrap my arms around the swing ropes as I tap away furiously on my phone. Clicking my phone off I shove it back into my pocket, swinging my swing up as high as I could.

Maybe I should take my backpack off and the less amount of weight will let me fly little higher. Nah, it was time for me to go home anyways I had homework to do. I told myself that I was going to do it at the park but I was away longer than I expected. The sky was almost completely dark now. I know that my mom was going to be outrageous when I got home. Always going on about how I don't spend enough time studying or something. I position my bag comfortably and prepare to jump off the swing midair. I love the rush of wind that I feel even if it's only for a second.

Launch off in 3…2…1. I count down in my head. I think it makes everything sound more dramatic and exciting.

I soar through the air and expect to find solid ground to land on but instead it seems like gravity didn't like me. I never land. I even expected to stumble my landing a little bit and maybe trip over myself like a fool. Instead, a sense of dizziness washes over me and everything in my vision converges into blobs of color. The warm colors from the sky fade into a blinding light and the grass disappears, all the vibrant green lost from sight. Eventually I lose all sight and I fall through darkness. I feel as if I was falling through nothing, like I was sinking in a pit of goo that had no feeling. I couldn't even see my hands in front of my face. Eventually all I see is a bright blue. So bright I could almost say it was blinding. It takes me a moment to let my eye adjust but when they do I'm met with an amazing sight.

Sky blue. I decided staring at the wonderful color in front of me.

As my vision starts to clear more I find myself plummeting from the sky. Really I actually was. I begin to feel the wind whistling through my ears. My clothes flap flimsily around in the air. When I finally register the situation into my brain I realise something. There's no way I'll survive a fall like this. My back was facing the ground, or the lack of one and I can see fluffy looking clouds in the distance. I start to panic a bit when I realize I was going to die but I calm myself down enough to twist around in the air and see what I'm falling towards. I swear there was something wrong with my head.

I stare down at what was below. Well it was kinda hard to see because all the air rushing into my face made my eyes water. Anyways, what I saw was….more blue. It was a darker blue this time though. It was a blue that most people would call the ocean. Because that's what it was.

I'm seriously going insane though. First I think I'm falling through the sky after I jump off a swing and now I'm seeing even more blue than necessary. I'm pretty sure there's a disorder or something like that for seeing blue everywhere. It's called Cyanopsia, I think. Why am I thinking about things like this right now?

When I came back to my senses, I realized I was going to have to collide with something. Either it was going to be the ocean or that other blue thing. It was leaning towards the blue object. But you have no idea which one I'm talking about do you? Here I'll describe it as best as I can before I collide with it.

…That blue thing that I am about to hit looks a lot like a flaming blue chicken and a pineapple. Probably a hybrid of some kind.

Wait what?