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I'm pretty ordinary. Don't get your hopes up, I'm just like you, normal, habitual, plain. No offense or anything. Ordinary is good, you fit in, you avoid loneliness because you're just like everyone else.
I'm Molly. Just a normal girl in a normal village. It's a small place here, on Castanet island. Not small meaning small, it's pretty big, I've walked across the whole island once, shore to shore. Took me about an hour and half. But small in the way everyone knows everyone. That type of small. You can't do anything here without being the talk of the town. Just last season, Kathy, the waitress at our only bar, kissed the miner Owen. The only problem was that Owen was flirting with the chance of getting together with Anissa. Boy, she would never show it, but Anissa was pissed. She is still heartbroken to this day. Poor girl. That situation must have been so uncomfortable, Kathy and Anissa are friends. Yes, are. As in, still on good terms. But of course they're not the same around each other anymore. It's all stiff and formal. Moral of the story: secrets always have a way of coming out. So, I try to avoid that kind of drama.
I took up farming when I turned eighteen, after my parents died and my sister moved across the world. Bound to our family farm, I was unable to go out and pursue my dreams, or whatever you call it. I never really was a country, get down and dirty type of girl. My dad was the one to work the fields, Mom, Molly, and I lived over in the city. But I suppose I manage here on Castanet. Everybody here is pretty friendly and I got used to the grime of farming.
You see, all would be good and fine, except I was proposed to yesterday. Now I grew up in the city, I'm not quite used to the traditions on this isolated island. But, as a socially awkward nineteen year old farm girl I just wasn't really expecting someone to pop the question anytime soon. His name is Gill. He is the mayor's son, you know the type, perfect hair, bow ties, and not many friends. We had only talked a few times and it was nothing special, I don't remember what we even spoke about actually. Although I've caught myself toying with the possibilities. What if I got married? I've lived my whole life cautious. The only spontaneous decisions I have ever made was after making a pros and cons list. Maybe I should be more like my sister, Angela. Maybe I should just live a little.