This is my new Harvest Moon: Animal Parade story, entitled Diary of a Rose! ^.^; Lame title, I know, but I'm not exactly one for coming up with ah-maze-ing titles! XDD Anyways! ^.^; Enjoy this story! :3 'Course, it's fairly weird and not like anything that necessarily happens in the game, but, you know... ^.^;
Enjoy! :DD
Also! Just because I figured it would be confusing! ^.^; If it has a date and time at the start, and it's in diary format, it's Rose's POV! If it doesn't, and it's in first-person story format, then it's Toby's POV! ^.^;
Now, really enjoy it! :3
Diary of a Rose Ch.1
Just for Rehab
Spring 2nd, morning
Hiya, there! I am Rose. I'm 16 years old. This is my new diary.
I currently live in Castanet, on a farm in the Clarinet District. I didn't ask to come here, but, before that, I lived in a house in a city with a couple of deadbeats who liked to go to bars at night and steal things from big huge department stores. So, naturally, I became a criminal, too!
I was not as good as my parents, and I was constantly being caught for stealing things. Ever since I was 8, I was stealing things. However, this very last time, I tried to steal a car, with my parents' help—and they decided that our family was just too much for them to handle, and my parents went to jail, and I was taken here. I must admit, this is a very nice farm... Yet, it just seems so difficult to farm! Ah, well; it doesn't really matter anyways, since I'm just only here for 2 years of rehab. I can stay afterwards, if I would like—I'm still not decided, though.
However, that last day was probably the very last time I was to see my parents. It doesn't really matter to me—I never really liked 'em, anyways; but... they were my parents. My guardians. My caretakers.
It's hard to think when so much is going on at once. I'm going to rest for a little while—or, maybe not... Here comes a man...
Later
He was the mayor. He basically told me how to use all my farm tools, gave me a Farming Starter Set, told me that I have to pay him 5000 G for the house and the farm land, and left. That was pointless. Oh, well.
Spring 3rd, evening
Huh! What a busy day! First of all, I went and got a guy named Bo to fix some bridge that leads up to the mines. It'll be done tomorrow. Next, I went to the Horn Ranch in Flute Fields and got a cow from some man named Cain... at least, I think his name was Cain... You see, I'm tired, so I can't think too much. I bought a bunch of seeds and practically passed out, planting them all. I went around the little Valley where I live but didn't find much in the way of food—I went to Harmonica Town, the little town just west of my farmland, and met these two women at some Ocarina Inn. They gave me a plate of cookies that replenished most of my energy! I was so happy, that I ate it and skipped back down the road to my farm, where I planted the rest of my things and watered them all and now I'm going to bed. What a horribly long run-on sentence. Good night!
Spring 4th, afternoon
This morning, when I woke up, Finn reminded me that we still have to see the Harvest Goddess! I've been so busy in the last few days that I haven't had a chance. Well, anyways, we went; but it turns out that the bridge to the Garmon Mines (and, consequently, the Harvest Goddess's pond) was broken! Poor Bo—the one having to fix the bridge—was so hungry, he nearly passed out! Luckily, however, I had a strawberry and some milk in my rucksack, and he ate them right away. He was just so pleased! He told me to get his toolbox from Mayor Hamilton, so I went; but, however, it turns out that I have to meet everyone first! That sucks. Well, I'm going out now...!
I stood just outside the Waterwheel, fishing and hoping to catch some good fish to sell at the Fishery, knowing that I probably wouldn't catch anything good, that the land and the sea were not being fruitful lately and that this was the reason why the fish shop was going under; knowing that if it went under I would have to try to rent a room at the Inn, or else I might have to go live in the lighthouse or something. I had heard that there were some places where it was possible to live, such as in the fields and the forests just beyond the Flute Fields farms. However, I was hoping that it wouldn't come to that.
I was enjoying the peace and quiet when, all of a sudden, I heard footsteps. I whirled around. Nobody ever came to the Waterwheel; I was always alone.
And then, she was in front of me.
The girl was small, lithe. She wore working clothes, and she carried a watering can in her hand.
"Why, hello." I practically stumbled over the words. "Who're you? Nobody ever comes down here, and I've never seen you before, so I figure that you must be new. Where do you hail from?"
She waved her hand dismissively. Her voice was harsh, as if she had lived the hard life before now. "Oh, just the city. I came here to avoid being put in juvie. I'm taking care of the empty farmland in the Clarinet district. Any further questions?"
"Just the city?" I gasped. "Wow! You were a criminal?"
She looked away, muttering, "Well, no... My parents were. They were a couple of easily hated deadbeats who taught me into a life of stealing and crime. They went to jail; and, for me, it was either go to juvie, or go to this place. Naturally, I chose this place, as I didn't think that running a farm could be too hard... Right?"
"Well, yes," I murmured. "Although you know what it's like now, right?"
"Yes!" She looked at me, eyes wide. "It's hard!"
I laughed. "Haha! So, you still gonna stick around?"
"You bet! I wouldn't leave this place—beautiful green fields, flowers in all colours, running streams—for anything!" She stared at me. "No matter how much I'm antagonized, I'm staying here. Forever. Or, at least, for the next two years. For now, I'm just here for "rehab". Then, after that, it's up to me, whether I want to stay here or not. Got it?"
"Yeh-Yeah... Sure," I murmured. "Whatever you want. Oh, by the way, here's my old fishing rod." I dug it out of my pocket and handed it to her. "Don't fall in!" I joked.
She glared at me, but didn't say anything more. She put the fishing rod into her backpack, whirled around, and ran back up the hill. In a few seconds, she was gone.
It was then that I realized that I didn't even know her name.