I swipe the sweat off of my forehead impatiently. This farm was no where near close to the discription in the newspaper. "Practically new" my ass. The house was run down and looked like it would collapse from years of standing on this piece of crap land., the stable was still standing but the roof had long ago caved in, the animal barn and chicken coopwere just plies of rotten wood and broken glass, and don't even get me started on the field! It was covered in rocks of every shape and size, branches, weeds, and every other kind of crap that shouldn't be in a field.

I throw down my work gloves in frustration then start to storm away to seek shelter from the blazing sun under an apple tree at the edge of my farm. Of course, something has to go wrong. I trip over Daisy, my dog I recieved as a house warming gift, and just as I had gotten my balance back, I tripped over my damn cat Mittens. I fell to the ground abd felt all my pent up rage explode in frustratiuon and I scream with all my might.
It echoed and I glared at the hot summer sky,"Goddess, please explain to me why the fuck you have given me this piece of shit farm! What did I ever do to you?" I yelledat the empty air and pounded the dirt with my fists.

I sigh and sit up and cross my legs indian style. I know I'm throwing a temper tantrum, but this is crazy! I was promised a fully equiped, working farm and instead, I got this piece of shit place. I push myself off the ground and swipe at the dirt that had collected on my overalls. I pull my mid-back length blonde hair into a messy bun and push my bangs out of my eyes quickly. I slide on my work gloves once again and crouch down to the ground to get to work again.

I worked till well past the time when the sun set and even though I was dizzy and light headed from working so hard, I continued on. The sub was just beginning to rise when I looked over my field proudly. All of the weeds, branches, and rocks had been removed and only the large boulders remained. I mentally gave myself a pat on the back for this ahievement.

I checked my watch and it read 7:05 am. I sighed quietly to myself and walked slowly over to my home. It was tiny, less than three-hundred square feet total. It had long since faded and was chipped in many places. The door hinges had rusted some much to where the door could barely open at all, and one of the windows was broken and had a piece of cardboard taped tp the wall to keep the elements out.

I body checked the door painfully and staggered through it wearily. The inside of the house didn't look any better than the outside did. It contained only four pieces of furniture: a poor excuse for a bed, a duct taped bedside table, a midget sized dinner table, and a wobbly stool. The only new thing in this home was a calendar filled with the festival dates.

I sluggishly hobbled over to my clean clothes pile on the dusty floor and carefully grapsed a shirt off the top of the pile. I remove my flannel shirt and overalls and chuck them into the corner and replace them with a large button down shirt that used to belong to my father. I sighed aloud, my father. Gosh, I missed him so much. It had been a year since he passed away, but the pain still felt fresh. I hurridly swiped at the tears that had begun to form in my blue eyes and staggered sleepily over to my "bed".

My "bed" was no more then a wooden frame with two blankets on top. One was to cover up with, and the other was to act as a make shift matress until I could afford one. I pulled my thin ratty quilt over myself and quickly settled into dream land.

"Claire, sweetheart, wake up." my dad pleaded with me softly and I groaned and rolled over.

I squinted one blue eye open against the sunlight,"Can't I have five more minutes?" I pleaded.

He laughed softly and lovingly stroked my hair,"No, you have chores to do."

I groaned again but got up from my bed when he did. He enveloped me in a tight hug and I snuggled my head against his warm chest. I always felt protected when I was with him, like nothing could ever hurt me. I opened my eyes as I release his warm body, and he melted away. The surroundings changed from my comfy, warm bed to a dark, bleak cemetary. I looked around and I saw I was sitting in front of a footstone. I knitted my eyebrows together and squinted at the grave marker. It read: Charlie Wallington, 1970-2010, Loving Father.

I broke down to tears and I pounded my fists on both sides of the head stone,"Why! Why did you have to leave me?"

I gasp awake and bolt up right. My hand reaches up automatically to wipe my face and I feel the wet hot trail of tears falling there. I curl into myself and wrap the shirt closer around my shoulders.
"I miss you so much, daddy." I whipsered brokenly toward the sky and finally broke down to sobs, clutching the last remembrance of the man who I had loved most in the world.

A/N: I have chapter two and three finished, I just have to find time to type them up! So, how did you like chapter one? It's a bit short, but in my defense, it looked way longer on paper. I'll try and make the chapters to come even better. If I made any mistakes please tell me, just don't be to hard on me. Tell me whatcha think in the review I know you are going to write me! Just kidding. You don't have to write a review but I would love it if you did! I'm going to stop talking to myself now. Review please!