Not so bad after all

Dear Diary,

Today was one of the worst days of my life! My hair refuses to lay flat, my clothes are all wrinkled, my window was open and one of my best maps flew out, and to top it all off Sanji is sick so everyone made me cook. ME! I can't cook! But Usopp insisted that I was the one who made dinner because according to him all girls can cook. Shows what he knows. But even if that was the case why didn't they tell Robin to cook? After all she's a girl too. Well anyway, it wouldn't have been so bad if everyone didn't start criticizing my cooking while comparing it to Sanji's. They were saying stuff like, 'Your food is to spicy. Sanji's was never this spicy.' Or, 'Sanji never puts sauce on my meat!'

Everyone is so stupid! But Zoro is the worst! He didn't even come to eat at all! He just stayed on deck and pretended to sleep. He is so unappreciative. No matter what I do he always has something bad to say about it. Like one time I…wait why am I wasting paper writing about him of all people? Well anyway I got fed up with their stupidity and took the food away and brought it to my room so they wouldn't have to 'suffer' anymore. And now Zoro can stop "sleeping" now since the poison has been taken away. Jerk. Oh whatever. I'm tired.

Nami

Nami irritably put her diary on the dresser next to the unappreciated food she had spent two whole hours making. "Stupid Zoro," she muttered as she grabbed her brush. "At least the others tried it."

Sitting down in front of her vanity mirror Nami began to run the brush through her short orange hair. Suddenly a knock sounded on her door. Surprised and curious, she set the brush down on the vanity and stood to open the door.

Nami's eyes widened in shock as she opened the door to reveal an awkward Zoro standing with one hand on the back of his neck while he starred at the corner of the doorframe.

"Z-Zoro?" she stuttered lightly. "Um…what are you doing here?"

"I'm hungry and Chopper said that you made dinner so…"

Nami just gazed at him in shock.

Zoro nearly growled in irritation. "Well?"

"Oh!" Nami exclaimed before she turned to her dresser to fix him a plate. "H-here." She said as she handed it to him, still a bit stunned.

"Thanks," he responded shortly before he took a bite. "Not bad." He said as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.

For about five minutes Nami just stood there in a daze before she suddenly smiled. Turning around she walked over to the dresser once again, this time picking up her diary. Sitting down on her bed she opened it to the last entry before she picked up a pen and once again began to write.

Dear Diary,

I guess today isn't so bad after all….