I don't own Harvest Moon, or any of the characters. Or anything related to the characters. Or anything that's not mine. Like the band-aid company, and anything else I neglected to mention.
Chop. Chop. Chop Chop.
Claire gazed out the window, watching the snow whirl rather fast from inside. It's no wonder the door wouldn't budge an inch.
"OW!"
Dropping the knife, she brought her finger up to eye level to examine it.
A cut. Just a small, tiny cut. That hurt more then that time that she cut herself with the sickle, or at least it seemed like it.
With a sigh she shuffled her way over to her shelf to rummage through it looking for a band-aid with one hand. When she finally found the box, it seemed unusually light. She peeked inside it, and groaned. The one time she actually needed a band-aid, she didn't have one. And it wasn't like she could run to the clinic to get one. Even if she she could somehow open the door, she wouldn't want to go all the way to the clinic in that whirling snowstorm.
She scoped the room for something else to bandage it with. As her eyes roamed over the wooden dresser, she gripped her finger. She flew over to the dresser, pulling open the drawer that actually had a few measly pair of overalls in it, and a short pajama nightgown. Something glittered out of the corner of her eye, and her gaze averted to a hot pink dress she wore in the city. Smiling, she let go of her finger and picked up the pink dress, measuring it up to her body.
She hadn't seen that dress in over a year! She never needed it here- No need to dress up to do farm work, and even the festivals were all very casual. She examined the black sequins that went all up and down the sides, with the sash the tied around it. Suddenly her finger throbbed with pain. Wincing, she grabbed the sash off the dress and used the knife to cut off a small piece. She wound the fabric tightly around her finger, then finished it off by creating a neat little bow at the top.
She grabbed her knife off the table to go rinse it in the sink, and glanced off to the side at her cooking job. She had attempted to cut a carrot finely, but she had never been a very good cook. She scoffed at the sloppily cut carrot, uneven and in large chunks. She set the knife down in the sink and attempted to use her good hand to scrub at it. After many attempts to scrub off the carrot chunks stuck on it, she finally turned her water off and went to go sit on her bed.
She plopped backwards onto the fluffy bed and grimaced as she imagined what waited for her tommorrow. Hungry chickens not willing to lay eggs, angry cows that wouldn't want to come near her, sheep that would stand in a line where she stores all her fodder.. She had a feeling this spring was going to be a very tight month. The thoughts entered and shot out of her mind as she closed her eyes.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Open up Claire, the storm's over!"
Claire jumped a foot off her bed at the rude awakening.
"Huh..?" She said groggily to the familiar voice as she trudged over to open the door.
Thanks for reading! This is my third fic, and my first long fic! So, yeah, if I suck pretty badly, sorry. Read and Review please, 'cause that's what keeps me going! :D (BTW, if you find any mistakes, please point them out so I can fix them. I'm like, error prone, I swear.)