Note: I have this story also posted on my quizilla account peekaboo789 so Don't think I'm stealing because I'm not.

Story Start

"Wow, so this is Flower Bud Village...wow, look at all the cute little houses." Abbi whispered quietly as she stood in the town square, looking at her future life. She was a city girl, bored with the life of fast food, materials, make-up, and solitude. She lived by her self in a tiny apartment in the city for two years, and already she was desperate for something more.

She had read about a farm for sale and decided that was what she needed; Fresh air, a big house, and something to keep her going. The fog was starting to lift off of the cobble stone square, and Abbi could finally see the houses better.

"Hello there? Are you here for the new farm?" A soft and gentle voice of an elderly man called out through the fog. He was short, with brown hair that was balding, and a giant top hat to go with his red suit. He was the mayor for sure. She bowed nervously, throwing her blonde hair behind her ear. The mayor smiled, and bowed as well.

"Yes, I am. I'm Abbi." She wheezed out, trying to be polite. The mayor took her hand lovingly, patting it with great excitement and joy.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes. It's good to meet you Abigail."

"Abbi."

"Right, Abigail, There are three lots you could choose from. We have a nice place on the river, a place by the sea, and a place in the town. Which one would you like? Oh, I'm Theadore by the way." Theador stated happily, still patting Abbi's hand once again. She sweat dropped; She didn't know that you had to choose a farm area. Abbi placed a finger to her lip.

"Uh, how much to they cost?"

"Oh, they are all the same price."

"Okie Dokie...I'll have the lot by the sea then." She stated, reaching into her pocket to find her leather wallet. Abbi had taken out all of her life savings back in the city to spend on this farm. Hopefully, she would be able to make more money with this new land. If not…then she was screwed. Abbi handed him the money, sighing as the gold left her fingers. She couldn't help but sniffle as she saw them glint.

"Thank you, we'll have our carpenters make your house right away. Although I don't trust those interns, they're still new to the business." Theadore covered his mouth, whispering in Abbi's ear the last part. She stopped.

"What...wait? I don't have a house?" She felt her hopes drop to the ground along with her heart and backpack. "Where am I going to stay?" She cried, wiping the tears from her eyes. Theadore jerked back, watching the waterfall of tears stream down her face. He waved his hands reassuringly.

"Oh, don't worry Miss Abbi! We have an Inn just down the street!" He patted her back lovingly, trying to get her to stop crying. Abbi sniffled and wiped away the tears.

"Okay, but I'm going to design my house! I'm going to give my designs to the Carpenters!" She raised her fist in the air, a etermined smile spread across her face.

"Flower Bud Village! Abbi has arrived!"

...

An hour had gone by since Theadore had given Abbi the grand tour. Every house was different so she could easily remember where they were and what they were for. By now She had become tired from her long trip on the airplane and that sudden scare of being homeless, so she decided that maybe it was time to go to the Perch Inn. Abbi yawned greatly, opening the front doors to the Inn when she noticed that… She. Was. Completely. Broke!

'Dammit! I gave that Theadores guy all my money for the land! What am I going to do?!" She gripped her thoughts together with the little patience she had left. What was going to do? She couldn't just mooch off some strangers? She'd get a bad reputation, not to mention arrested.

"Hey! You! Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to come in?" A blonde girl with a tied back ponytail with a green and black out fit yelled at Abbi angrilly, tapping her foot. She was just about Abbi's age , quite tall, but had matured more than Abbi her self had. Abbi jumped at her sudden harsh voice and laughed nervously. This girl was like one of the models in the farming magazines Abbi had used to reasearch faming.

"U-Uh…s-sorry…" She mummbled, stepping in the building slowly as she rubbed her hands togathor to avoid the harsh gaze from the woman. She trailed every one of Abbi's steps with her eyes, bt then smiled sweetly.

"Hey, I haven't seen you 'round these parts? I'm Gwen and this is my Uncle's Inn. Welcome and make your self comfortable." She led Abbi to a small dining table and gave her a menu. She sat down next to Abbi, her head resting on her hands.

"Uh, well, hi. I'm Abbi and I new, and. Im broke so..."

"Oh no, Its okay! We heard about you from Theadore! He called us and said you'd be coming' so we made a special place for you until your house is built. If It gets built. Poor Woody has to put up with Kurt and Joe every day. Sigh, they can't even nail a piece of wood together." Gwen sighed, grabbing Abbi a cup of warm milk. She smiled and took a drink for her self as well.

"Oh! That reminds me, I've got to draw out my sketches for my house!" Abbi exclaimed, taking out a small scratch sheet of lose leaf paper from her backpack and started sketching with a runny ink pen. Gwen looked at her face with interest, trying to figure something what Abbi had in mind for her new house.

"How old are you, Honey?" She asked, gripping Abbi's chin and lifting it up so she could see evey aspect of the girl's face. Abbi sweat dropped and stuttered. No one in the city would be this bold, or nice. Too tell the truth, Abbi was kind off, freaked out.

"I-I'm is 18 ma'am."

"Thats nice, I'm 20. And don't call me ma'am!" She swatted at Abbi's head with the side of her hand. Abbi yellped and rubbed the bump that began to grow and sting, but she continued to work on her house drawing.

"Yay! Its done!:

TA DA

"Thats your house?"

"Yup!"

"Where is the door?"

"Oh!" Scribble. "Right here!"

"Oh..." Gwen's cheeks puffed out as she tried to hold in her bubbling laugh. Abbi stared dully at her, not liking her criticism on her piece of art. Although, it did look like a kinder gardener drew it, but she liked it anyway.

"Well, it's getting late, and you looked pretty tired. You should go to bed. My Uncle will be home tomorrow so get your rest. I'll call you down for break fast tomorrow." Gwen patted Abbi's back, and pointed to the stairs. Abbi smiled at her hospitality, and for once she knew that she was going to like it here, allot. Abbi smiled again and headed up the stairs to her temporary new room.

'Tomorrow is going to be a big day.'

To be continued...