Elloz! This is my first P.O.V. fanfic, so treat me nicely please!! I have 2 Sonic fanfics and a Alice Academy fanfic. I might post them later, but harvest goddess knows when! There's a funny story to this fanfic's "release date." At first, it was suppose to be September 11, my birthday, then the "you have to wait 2 days" thing came up and I decided to put it up September 13, yesterday. Well, I was going shopping that day, which didn't ruin my fanfic plans cause I already knew I was going shopping, and we came home at 9. Well, I got the Wii along with Wii sports, Wii play, The Dog Island, and Catz 2. (I along got this toy shop game that looked easy, and kinda like a harvest moon game. I mean, I knew it had NOTHING to do Harvest Moon. Well, the game turned out to be REALLY hard. Right now, my profits are NEGATIVE 480) So, we played until 2 AM in the morning! So, it was pushed back until today, September 14. Well, before I start to chatter, I'll go ahead and start the story.

Note: I don't own Harvest Moon, at least, not yet. laughs evilly

Chapter 1 - Claire's P.O.V.

Here I was, standing in front of what Mr. Yoshizaki thought was a "amazing house in the wilderness." Obviously, he never seen this "amazing house" for himself! All it was was a overgrown shack!! Sure, most shacks don't have room for two windows and a door, but it certainly was small...too small. Just as my hand laid on the bronze colored knob to unwillingly open the door, a annoying voice startled me into turning around and jumping into a defencive stance. It was the chibi mustache mayor with the red coat and top hat! I got out of my stance to face the shaking mayor.

What was his name again? Dofus?...Thomas? No, definitely Dofus. Oh well...I did a mental shrug as I "listened to him."

I half blamed him for me being here anyways, since he lend me here and told me things that got my hopes up, like, "You'll be surprised by what Mr. Yoshi gave you!"

All I wanted was a get away from civilization after such a tragic event happened!! Was that too much to ask?! At least back in the orphanage I was only surrounded by old peoples and kids that were at least 7 years younger then me!

"Are you listening, Claire?" The mayor, whose name carelessly slipped my mind again, was blabbering on as I thought about my anger. A awkward silence loomed around us as we stood in front of the ugly, overgrown shack of mine. I stared at him with my eyes full of uninterest.

"Hell no." I stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Mayor what's-his-face was definitely angry.

"Anyway, get some rest tonight and I'll show you around town tomorrow, OK?" He smiled, despite his anger, which really pissed me off.

"Yes, yes, father. I'll be sure to do so." I mocked as he frowned.

"Oh." I added seriously, knowing that if I joked around any longer he would chop my head off without a second thought. "About tomorrow, don't worry about showing me around. I'll be busy with a tan . I don't plan on making any friends here anyways." I lazily walked inside before he could claw my face out.

I looked around the room so that I could get used to my surroundings a bit. It looekd like a shack inside too...Well, it had all the basic living stuff, a bed, T.V., mirror, a bookcase, and a tool box that I was use I would never need. So, it was decent...for a cockroach.

I sighed heavily and dragged myself to bed, not bothering with the hassle of changing clothes.

The next day - Claire's P.O.V.

I awoke to a impatient knock at the door. I groaned and looked at the clock...I could barely make out the numbers...WHAT THE HELL!? It was 5 AM in the morning! Who in their right minds would knock so loudly at this hour?!

I cursed under my breath as the caveman knocking continued. It was probably that mayor. I had two good reason why I thought so. One, he was NOT in his right mind. Two, he looked like one of those idiots who would forget that I didn't want a tour of his "magical unicorn, happy-go-lucky town" and all that crap. I swung open the door, ready to cut my little mayor "friend" into little pieces.

But the doorway was empty. I stood there, expressionless, that is, until a saw that ugly top hat poking out from the corner of the shack. I sighed, putting down a axe that I found in the toolbox and figured would help chop the little mayor up. I groaned out loud, if he asked me about his town tour, I swear, I'd skewer his heart and give it to the nearest and savagest beast I could find...I walked over and kicked the hat lightly. I wondered if he glued it to his head because it didn't seem to fall off like most hats would. He jumped to his feet, his face looking pale as if he saw a ghost. Ewwwwww...I thought, boredly, he was sweating. REAL bad too. I figured I'd listened to him this time, incase I was able to find any reason NOT to feed him to the wild animals.

"Claire, are you SURE you don't want a tour?" I stared at him, replaying yesterday. I said no, right? I shook my head, even more pissed off at this guy. He seemed to understand, because he let it go.

But, as soon as I turned to go back to bed, he pulled something from his pocket and handed it to me with a disappointed look on his face and turning to leave himself. I quickly stopped him, holding the bag of turnip seed with a questioning look, "What's this for?"

He stared at me, his face was a mix of confusion and amusement.

"It's a welcoming gift. To help start out your farm life." I blinked.

"Wait...farm...life?" What the hell? I just came here to get away from people." He stared at me, the amusement vanished from his face.

"W-well..." I glared at him, before realizing this perfect opportunity.

"Never mind, I'll do it. Just don't expect me to get along with the idiots who live here." I smiled at him for the first and last time in my life.

He was happy, angry for me calling his people idiots, but happy none or less. He quickly agreed and left, holding back his urge to skin me alive.

Thank you for reading! Please look forward for next time! Also, please help me get better in writing by writing reviews! Also, I'm sorry for it being so short. I thought it would be long since it took 5 pages of notebook paper and 3 weeks to write and edit. laughs Also, don't be afraid to be a little mean. I am not the best writer, so I know there will mistakes, but I would like you to at least TRY to be as nice as you can.