A/N: Okay, this is my first fic for fanfiction.net. I'm not sure how this
is going to go, but I'll try. This is a Christian fanfic, although that
won't be what it's completly based on, it will have Christian elements, so
if you get offended every time someone says "Jesus" this isn't the fic for
you. That being said, I'll just ignore all comments telling me "This isn't
a Christian site! Take your story elsewhere!" and whatnot.
Disclaimer: The characters are fictious. Anyone you know who greatly resembles any of these charcters, living or dead, is probably better off dead.
I own a copy of Harvest Moon 64, but the idea belongs to some guy in Japan.
------------- "So you really want to do this?" Jack sighed. "Yes, Dad. You've already asked me 25 times." "According to the rulebook, I wouldn't be a good father if I didn't ask at least 20 times." Jack chuckled. The joke wasn't that funny, but his father didn't tell a joke very often.
"I can't believe it either, Jack." Jack's sister piped in. "I don't know if even I would do this." Jack's sister loved the outdoors the most of the 4 siblings. In fact, she would go horseback riding sometimes while Jack stayed home. "You know I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for Grandma...and Grandpa." Jack said, a little sad.
Jack was doing this for a reason. Jack had a grandfather who had been drinking and smoking before Jack was born. Three years ago, Jack's grandfather became very unhealthy. he had three operations: one for his throat, two for his legs. Now, Jack's grandfather has died, and left the farm to Jack because his wife(Jack's grandmother) couldn't take care of the farm.
Jack's grandfather wasn't a Christian, but his immediate family and his grandmother were. Or at least, that's what they had to assume. Jack's grandfather claimed to be an atheist, but he could have come to Jesus after his third operation. No one talked to him after it, he died a few hours later.
Jack said "Goodbye" again, this time his brothers responded. "I'll miss you, Jack. You'll get yourself killed." The first response came from the slightly older brother, and the second came from the youngest in the family. He didn't seem to care, but Jack would miss him anyway. "See you in two years." said his mother, trying not to cry.
Jack was going to be gone at farm for 2 years like she said: 2ΒΌ years to be exact. Jack was 15, almost 16, and when his parents came back, he'd be 18, and if his father thought he wasn't doing good enough here, he would come back to the city and work with him. His father didn't have very high hopes for Jack, since he didn't work with his bare hands very much. Besides, Jack was a smart boy, he thought. He'd be great for accounting.
"Well, we better get going. It'll be dark before we know it, and Shoemakersville is a long way from here." Jack hugged his Dad, then they got in the cramped car (except Jack, of course) and left. Jack went inside the house, and took a look around. He unpacked, which didn't take long, he didn't bring much. Just the things his Grandfather's house already didn't have that he needed, like his toothbrush and his Bible. He decided to go to bed, since he had to get up early tomorrow, and every day now. He had a farm, he was a farmer, and had to wake up early like a farmer. So he went to sleep, all snug in his bed, with visions of sugarplums dancing in his head.
A/N: Sorry, I just couldn't help that last line. So, did you like it, or not? Review, and tell me what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong. Constructive criticism is appreciated, flames will be ignored, and compliments are always welcome.^_^ And I don't think I'll be able to update this very often, even if the chapters are short. Sorry, writing isn't the thing I do best, or fastest.
Disclaimer: The characters are fictious. Anyone you know who greatly resembles any of these charcters, living or dead, is probably better off dead.
I own a copy of Harvest Moon 64, but the idea belongs to some guy in Japan.
------------- "So you really want to do this?" Jack sighed. "Yes, Dad. You've already asked me 25 times." "According to the rulebook, I wouldn't be a good father if I didn't ask at least 20 times." Jack chuckled. The joke wasn't that funny, but his father didn't tell a joke very often.
"I can't believe it either, Jack." Jack's sister piped in. "I don't know if even I would do this." Jack's sister loved the outdoors the most of the 4 siblings. In fact, she would go horseback riding sometimes while Jack stayed home. "You know I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for Grandma...and Grandpa." Jack said, a little sad.
Jack was doing this for a reason. Jack had a grandfather who had been drinking and smoking before Jack was born. Three years ago, Jack's grandfather became very unhealthy. he had three operations: one for his throat, two for his legs. Now, Jack's grandfather has died, and left the farm to Jack because his wife(Jack's grandmother) couldn't take care of the farm.
Jack's grandfather wasn't a Christian, but his immediate family and his grandmother were. Or at least, that's what they had to assume. Jack's grandfather claimed to be an atheist, but he could have come to Jesus after his third operation. No one talked to him after it, he died a few hours later.
Jack said "Goodbye" again, this time his brothers responded. "I'll miss you, Jack. You'll get yourself killed." The first response came from the slightly older brother, and the second came from the youngest in the family. He didn't seem to care, but Jack would miss him anyway. "See you in two years." said his mother, trying not to cry.
Jack was going to be gone at farm for 2 years like she said: 2ΒΌ years to be exact. Jack was 15, almost 16, and when his parents came back, he'd be 18, and if his father thought he wasn't doing good enough here, he would come back to the city and work with him. His father didn't have very high hopes for Jack, since he didn't work with his bare hands very much. Besides, Jack was a smart boy, he thought. He'd be great for accounting.
"Well, we better get going. It'll be dark before we know it, and Shoemakersville is a long way from here." Jack hugged his Dad, then they got in the cramped car (except Jack, of course) and left. Jack went inside the house, and took a look around. He unpacked, which didn't take long, he didn't bring much. Just the things his Grandfather's house already didn't have that he needed, like his toothbrush and his Bible. He decided to go to bed, since he had to get up early tomorrow, and every day now. He had a farm, he was a farmer, and had to wake up early like a farmer. So he went to sleep, all snug in his bed, with visions of sugarplums dancing in his head.
A/N: Sorry, I just couldn't help that last line. So, did you like it, or not? Review, and tell me what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong. Constructive criticism is appreciated, flames will be ignored, and compliments are always welcome.^_^ And I don't think I'll be able to update this very often, even if the chapters are short. Sorry, writing isn't the thing I do best, or fastest.