Hey peeps! ^^ First of all, thank you for clicking in and I really hope you enjoy my short-story!
I'm super excited to be doing my first (serious) Animal Crossing fan fiction!
But first things first, I'd like to clarify a few things before we get started:
(1) Riley is an OC, not me. 0:) And this story will be written in her POV.
(2) I fully understand that I do (and will continue to) have plot-holes in here. Questions such as how she
gets into and out of the Animal Crossing world, and what has happened between certain time
periods are sure to arise. But rest assured, all of this mystery is part of the story.
(3) Yes, it's supposed to be subtle and my focus is on the experience itself rather than the background,
at least for the mean-time! All questions are set to be answered in a prequel and a sequel.
Anddd, that's it! Thanks for listening in (if you did, hehe). Ciao~!
A Long-Lost Symphony
Prologue
Growing up is hard. Really hard.
As children, we were excited to become adults. We looked up to our mom and dad, so unsure yet so excited about the world. We even looked at the older kids in school, constantly wanting to be in their footsteps, thinking: "Wow, I can't wait to be one of them."
Then, before you know it, you're getting ready to leave the place that you were always so familiar with. And suddenly, you're thinking about what you want to do and, frankly, what you need to do for the rest of your life, really.
The easy part is over, and well, let's just say that recess doesn't exist in the real world. This is all serious business at this point. All you have left of your childhood are memories of what once was.
If there's anything that I've learned, the only thing that I can say for sure is that life is a constant struggle. There's no time machine. There's no turning back. There's no stopping. Life doesn't come with a pause button, especially not for you. It doesn't matter how high or low you are in your point of life, because the Earth will keep turning and the days will still become night — with or without you.
You know, I always thought that the older you got, the more you had it together — the more you knew what you were doing, really. But you know what? That couldn't be any more wrong. You may think that you have it all together, and you can try to tell yourself that you do. But in reality, we're more confused than we've ever been, except now, it starts to feel like you're even more on your own.
Whenever I was sad, I used to run away, and find peace in something away from all the uncertainties. When life treated me badly, I sought comfort in those who — not necessarily needed to understand me, but rather — took me away from my worries and fears, and made me forget what I was even upset about in the first place.
But, well, I can't do that anymore. Sadly, it's not that easy. I'm "grown-up" now, and I can't go back to those times that I had when I was little and wanted to just get away. Even if it's just a day.
…Or, can I?
Okay, yeah, that's it! Haha! Chapter one will be longer, I promise! Also, BIG favor! I ask that whether you like any of my chapters or not, I really encourage you to reach out to me and shoot up a review so that I may better serve you based on the feedback/constructive criticism. :)