Hello everyone. This is my first fanfiction on here. I'm sorry if its not very well written and such but as said before this is my first one. I hope you guys like it.

Day One: Father's news

Dear Diary,

Today, Father said that Waffle Island was going to have a new resident. Father said that he spoke to a young woman on the phone the other day and she said she was interested in taking residence here to farm. According to my father, she found out about our little island through one of the many brochures that I had made to attract tourists. When father told me that, I felt quite impressed with myself. Anyone who could make Waffle Island look like a farming dream had to be a genius of some sort, well either that or the girl was extremely dim. I really do love this island but, let's face it, Waffle Island isn't like it used to be. The island had been very lively, upbeat and was almost like a paradise. Everyone was happier, although everyone still is happy, especially that carpenter, Luke. But the land had been great for farming, Souffle farm used to have the most delicious crops, Father used to say that their crops would shine (I don`t really know if that`s true or not). It's hard for me to remember those days, I was only young.

Anyways, I felt very smug with myself, that was, until I remembered that the new farmer was a girl. I'm not sexiest or anything but come on, a girl running a farm, on her own? I always hear Craig, the man from Souffle farm, complaining about all the work he has to do and he has a wife and kid to help him out. From what my father had told me, the girl was only 18. How in goddess is an 18 year old girl, going to run a farm on her own, I might add? Suddenly my smug, proud feeling with myself made my stomach turn. I tried to convince my father that this girl wasn't going to be fit enough to run a farm here. If my brochure had convinced her that our island was perfect than surely someone more experienced and older would fall into the trap as well.

"Father, she won't be able to run a farm." I told him over our quiet dinner. Of course, father just laughed at me as usual, although I don't see what was so funny about my statement.

"Oh Gilly, I'm sure she'll do fine!" He said as he shoved a spoon of tomato soup into his mouth (which was delicious by the way). I had groaned inwardly at him, I hated it when he called me Gilly.

I had tried to tell him again that this was going to be a bad idea, letting some city girl run a farm, but he shut me down and kept changing the subject. Every time I went to open my mouth he would say something like ``I heard Toby caught a large fish today`` or ``I went to the Sundae Café today, maybe we should hire Yolanda to make us dinner``. Father's constant topic changes were starting to get really annoying so I excused myself and went to my room as soon as I finished my soup (I couldn't let the tomato soup go to waste). That's when I started to write in you, diary. I needed to let off some steam. You know, a lot of the villagers think it's weird for me to be writing in this. I suppose I can't really blame them, I am 19 now. I guess that is a bit old to be writing in a diary but still, here I am, writing in one. Every time father makes me go to the Ganache Mine District to collect taxes, or when I go there to demand Dale to cut down a large root of the goddess tree that is blocking the path to the Caramel River District, the blue headed carpenter always pesters me about it. "Gilly, what's with the book", "Gilly, what do you write about in that thing?" oh and my favourite, "Gilly, can I read what you've wrote?" Honestly, I don't even think Luke can read. Not only that but, he too, always calls me that absurd name, Gilly. If Father has it so I never have to see Luke again, I think I could live with that. It's not all Luke though, Owen, the blacksmith's grandson, mocks my writing too. Okay, everyone pretty well does, although no one else says it to my face.

I suppose that's enough writing for today. It is getting late. Father said that the farmer is going to arrive in a week from now. Hopefully when the girl arrives, she'll know her mistake in coming to the island and leave.

- Gill