A lot of people say this serie is only for children. I say they're wrong, anyone can have fun playing it. That's why I'm here! And I bring this new short serie about Connie, looking forward to a future serie. I will also explore a new way of telling the story, so bear with me. Hope you enjoy it!

Firstly let's introduce our heroine. Not that she had done anything worth the term 'heroine', but our story revolves around her. Connie was a ten years old, short haired brunette. Her weight was a little under the average and all her friends used to call her little charm, though she didn't mind it. People liked to pinch her cheeks and she hated it but she never had the courage to tell them, though she did pout when someone did it to her. Her favorite color was yellow, she loved any kind of pasta, her favorite hobby was to jump rope and read fairy tales. She always wanted to have a dog but she lived in an apartment complex and animals weren't allowed. Her parents said she was allergic but whenever she saw a stray cat or dog on her way she'd stop to pet it. And she never had any kind of allergic reaction.

The girl was coming back home from school one day and had taken a bit longer to arrive due her friends deciding to stop in a brand new candy shop that had opened close to their school. The girl wasn't crazy about sweets but she ended filling her pockets with candies and lollipops from the shop before parting ways with her friends and heading home.
"Sorry for the late," she announced when she entered the apartment's main room. The dim light of lampshade over the corner table picket her attention to an envelope under it. "Mom? Dad?" She called, leaving her backpack over the sofa and sitting on it, stretching her arm to grab the envelope. Inside there were two notes and a train ticket that she didn't bother to see.

"Connie,
Your Mom and I are leaving on a trip for work.
Some old ruins have been found, and we're going to lead the excavation.
Since we won't be coming home for a bit, we're sending you to stay with your grandparents.
Sorry that this is so sudden, but be good and help your grandparents with whatever they need.
-Dad"

Now, my readers, try to imagine yourself in her toes. How would you feel, knowing you were left behind once again when you finally had expectations that the next time your parents went on a trip they'd bring you along? That, my dearest, was Connie's reaction. She tossed the envelope over her backpack, not bothering to read the other note. Instinctively she picked up the telephone and called one of her friends from school, just to vent out.
"It is okay, Connie. Summer vacation is just around the corner anyway. And you're going to be with your grandparents. That's a good thing, right?"
Connie was lost for words. She did remember when she was younger and visited her grandparents' farm. It had been fun riding the cows, chasing the chickens, cuddling with the sheeps and, above all, having fun in the small shop they had. Grandma Sharon was the one in charge of painting the decorative eggs while Grandpa Graham was a pro in making the neater ice cream she had ever seen. There was also a juice machine but even Connie learned how to use it, since it was pretty simple. Those precious memories were her treasures.
"Well, I do like my grandparents and I do like the farm but I was looking forward to go with my parents instead," Connie complained. "I think I am big enough to take care of myself if they had brought me along."
"Don't lie to yourself," the girl on the other side scolded. "You barely know how to cook an egg. It will be better to stay with your beloved grandparents."
Connie pondered a bit before answering while her friend blabbered about the candy shop and about her plans for her own vacation. She didn't have any idea of when her parents would go get her but it surely had to be before her vacation period was over, so she cheered up a bit.
"Well, thanks for the advice. I will start packing now," Connine thanked, hanging up.

Her luggage was small but she didn't mind it. She tried to picture what her grandparents' reaction would be once she arrived and if they even knew she was on her way there. She was walking absentmindedly when a strong hand grabbed her shoulder, halting her.
""Where are your parents?"
Connie looked up to see that the person holding her was one of the guards from the station. It wasn't hard to recognize him because of his uniform.
"Are you lost?" He asked, since Connie didn't answer his question.
Connie just got the envelope with the notes and the ticket from her pockets and handed it to the man. As the man finished reading both notes he had tears in his eyes.
"Aren't you too young to be traveling all by yourself?" He asked her, wiping a tear from his eye with his thumb.
"They're working," she explained, uneasy about the man's reaction to the notes. "It is not like I have a choice," she finished, looking up to the man that was way too tall.
"Okay, I get it," he said proudly. "I will make sure you embark on the right train!"
"Sure," she said. And when she smiled the man smiled too and offered his hand.
She wavered. Wouldn't it look like she was a lost child if she just held his hand? In the end she took it and they started to head to the right platform. More than once they were stopped by people who wanted to greet or him or to ask for informations. Connie would look to the ground every and each time and would only raise it again when the person who approached him left.
"We're almost there," he announced with joy. "Do you want me to keep you company until the train is here?" He asked.
"I wouldn't want to keep you from your work, sir," she replied honestly. And the man chuckled, shuffling her hair.
It didn't take that long for the train to get in the platform so she boarded it and waved one last time to the guard.
"Have a safe trip, Connie! And be good to your grandparents!" The guard waved back.

The travel to Clover town was pretty long. Connie lived in the city while Clover town was a rural area. She didn't have much to do so she took the envelope with the notes and decided to read the second one.

"Hi, Connie!
You be good!
Mommy loves you!
Kisses!
XOXO!
I'll see you soon!
Love, Mom 3"

"What is this?" she mumbled to herself, holding her laugh and her tears. By the end of the note there was a kiss mark with the lipstick her mom always used. "I love you too," she whispered, holding the note close to her chest.