Authors Note : I know what you're thinking. 'What the hell? You have another story to be writing.' And I know. But this one's been in my head for a while. And What Do You Say only has 1 more chapter left! But tell me what ye think of this one!

Chapter 1 : Chelsea

I closed my eyes and let the cool sea-breeze wash over me. I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching. No one was. Thank god. I'm not good around people. I prefer to be on my own. It's not that I find people annoying. I just stutter and can't think properly. I end up making a fool of myself. Mother always thought that I was...odd because of my dislike to be around people. But I know it isn't that. I'm...different. That's the only way to put it.

Since I'll be entertaining those in my head (You) I might as well introduce myself. My name's Chelsea. I'm 21 and I'm...different. You already heard I don't like talking to people. I'm also strange because I never went through puberty. Sure I've got boobs but I never got spots, my hair never went greasy and I still have never got a period. Mother thought it was great. She wouldn't have to put up with teenage hormones. But I felt it made me stick out even more than I already do. 2nd reason why I'm strange. I sing when I'm upset. That's not strange? Well, you see, depending on my feelings, I sing different songs. These songs... always then reflect my feelings and turn 'em...usually into natural disasters. At least the angry ones do. Don't worry, I'm not dangerous! Just... different.

I stick my head over the railing and let the sea-spray splash against my face. I love water. The sea or rain, don't matter. I really don't see why people hate rain. It's like a cold shower. I used to actually. Take a shower in the rain. If the water was cut off I'd go into the back and wash my hair in the rain. Mother always gave out afterwards though. She always told me that I didn't need to do any more to stick out. My brother, Mark, would always sneer at me when I got told off. Which was quite regularly. Mark never got told off. He was normal. I wasn't. Mother often pondered on whether to let me go to school at all. Father always was against sending me out anyway. But there you go.

I leant back and focused on the small islands in the distance. The sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. I couldn't help but scowl. I hate the sun. It's a symbol of happiness and I'm rarely happy. Therefore I hate the sun. I wish it was raining. The rain is always beautiful. I smiled thinking of a song that I always sang that usually made it rain. I'd sing it but it usually brings a storm as well. I'd love to enjoy the rain but I'd love to be able to enjoy it while I'm alive. But I really hate this sunshine. I'm not going inside though. I'd have to talk to someone to get a key for my cabin.

The sun shines and I scowl. That's how most of the journey goes. I don't think I saw one cloud. Seriously. Would it hurt those in charge of the weather to put one measly rain cloud in the sky? Just because most don't enjoy the rain doesn't mean all don't. For those gods and goddesses who may be reading this;would it hurt to put one rain cloud in the sky from time to time?

The islands grow closer and closer. I wince thinking of the name of said islands. Sunshine Islands. I hate sunshine. The ony reason I'm even going to the islands is because Mother and Father told me I had to. Something about running a farm and being able to be as successful as Mark. Mark, Mark, Mark. That's all they talk about. Half of Forget-Me-Not Valley didn't know I was even born. I think I caused a hurricane in Japan when I was 2 weeks old. After that Mother and Father never talked about me to no one. I'd walk to the shop and get people asking me who I was and where I was living. Everyone knew who Mark was. He had several girlfriends and even more admirers. He went through puperty though. But the girl with the perfect skin, silky hair and abnormally large blue eyes was over looked. I wince thinking of my eyes. They're much bigger than anybody elses and are the blueset blue. I hate them.

...

As we pulled into the harbour, I couldn't help but notices how quaint the town was. The Valley at least had television. I looked and saw several people wandering around. This was supposed to be the main island, where the town was. I wouldn't be coming here often. To many people.

As I walked of the boat, an old man with busy eyebrows came up to me.

"You Miss Chelsea?" His voice was gruff but I could tell he meant no harm. I nodded, not wanting to talk in case my stuttering kicked in.

"Well come on then. I'll show you the ranch."

We walked through the town. I noticed several people looking at me as I walked by. It was either they knew I was the new farmer and were looking at me with doubt. Or they were looking at my abnormal eyes and annoyingly flawless skin. I wish I had spots or scars on my face. But I didn't. Even when I would get a scratch that would scar, it would heal the next day. Stupid abnormality.

I watched as the old man, whose name was unbeknownst to me, walked up to a woman with pink hair. He whispered something to her and she turned and smiled at me. She went inside and called to someone. Two pink-haired kids, around my age came out. The girl was muttering something under her breath but I could hear what it was. She said 'Stupid Elliot'.

The old man and his pink-haired friends came up to me. Please no. I can't just smile and nod through this, can I?

The old man spoke up. "Chelsea, my name is Taro. This is my daughter, Felicia and her children, Elliot and Natalie."

The woman called Felicia came up and held out her hand. I decided to be polite and shake it. "Hi, Chelsea. It's lovely to meet you!" I nodded and smiled as politely as I could. It seemed to be enough for her.

The boy, Elliot, came up and shook my hand. "Hello. My name's Elliot. This is my sister Natalie. Are you going to be the new rancher?" I knew a nod and a smile wouldn't do it. The boy was my age so I'd have to say something to him. "Y-yeah." I smiled and tried to speak clearly but I stuttered. As usual. He didn't seem to notice and just smiled back at me. Phew.

"Well, Chelsea, I'm going to let Elliot and Natalie show you around and then you can come back here and I'll show you the ranch." He looked proud of his idea. I didn't like it at all. I don't need to know everyone. I'll hardly talk to any of them! Just show me the farm now!

But that didn't work. Natalie smiled and beckonded to me. "Come on, Chelsea." I tried not to sigh and followed Natalie and Elliot.

We went around the island and I was introduced to everyone. I tried to keep talking to a minium and just smiled, nodded and shook peoples hands. The odd time I'd be asked a question an I'd stammer out an answer. Nobody seemed to mind yet. Either they thought I was just a little shy and nervous or they were to busy staring at my odd face to notice. I always had to see the dark side as well, didn't I?

We met Chen and Charlie, two asian merchants. Charlie was cute, I got on well with children. We then met Pierre, a cook. Natalie seemed quite taken with him and even though he talked way to much for my liking, Natalie looked like she was listening to every single word. We met Denny and Lanna. They were...um...quite the fishers. They were also quite taken with each other and kept stealing glances at each other. We met Regis and Sabrina Regison. Regis looked like a vampire and was really scary. Sabrina seemed nice though. She was shy, kinda like me. If I decide I need a friend, I'll go to Sabrina. We met Gannon, the carpenter. He looked so scary I nearly fainted when I saw him. He was actually really sweet though. His daughter, Eliza, was quite cute and seemed to think so herself. If there is one thing I hate more then sunshine and people, it's people who compliment themselves. Can't stand 'em. I don't think in my whole life, I have ever complimented myself. Mark has complimented himself countless times though and I hate it.

We had almost finished the tour when Natalie and Elliot stopped outside a shop with a little paw print on the door. Elliot looked kinda flustered as he took the doorknob and turned it. "J-Julia! Mirabelle!" Elliot called these names as we walked through the door. I heard someone come down the stairs. I turned around and a small, chubby woman was coming down the stairs. She had blonde hair and sky blue eyes. Normal sized, normal blue eyes.

"Hello, Elliot and Natalie! Have ye come to see Julia?" She had a bit of a southern accent but she sounded very motherly.

"No, Mirabelle. We came to introduce the new rancher!" Natalie took my arm and pulled me closer to the woman. I think she had realised my shyness by now.

"Oh, hello dear! My name's Mirabelle. I run the animal shop. What's your name?" She sounded very sweet but that didn't help my stuttering. "Ch-Chelsea." She smiled.

"Well, welcome to Sunshine Islands, Chelsea." Without warning she turned and shouted to someone upstairs. "Julia! We have guests! Come down from your room!"

There was a bit of a clatter and a girl of my age came running down the stairs. She had blonde hair that was tied back into a ponytail. She was wearing daisy-dukes and a sky-blue wrap. She had sky-blue eyes as well. Why does everyone have sky-blue eyes?

She saw us and ran over to her mother.

"Hi! My names Julia! Chelsea, right?" She looked straight at me and beamed. I couldn't help but notice a hint of jealousy in her eyes. I sensed it had something to do with Elliot. Maybe she liked him?

"Well, Chelsea, you're welcome down here whenever you like. You'll have to come down here a little later today, my nephew is coming over." Mirabelle smiled and I couldn't help but think that if her nephew is anything like them, bubbly, energetic and to nice for their own good, I don't think I want to meet him.

...

It was about 6 now. I'd met everyone and Taro had shown me to my farm. He had asked me if I wanted help but I needed sometime alone so I said no. I had grown up on a farm anyway so I knew what to do. I was in my house now unpacking. I had taken my flute, keyboard and guitar. I may be a farmer now but I still love music.

I had unpacked and my farm had been taken care of. I looked out the window. It was raining. I smiled and grabbed my boots and bandana. Screw a rain coat. Don't need one anyway. I ran down to where I had gotten off of my ship. There hadn't been alot of people there then and it was at least 8.

When I reached the docks I smiled and spun around in the rain. The water stuck to my clothes and I could feel it seeping into my skin. I loved it. If this weather kept up I might be able to make it through the next few years. I smiled to myself and opened my mouth to drink the rain.