Woo, first story :U

And it's Harvest Moon: Tree of Tranquility. If you've played you know the default name of your female character is Angela. Well, Shalin is Angela with a different name. I didn't want to name her Angela :U So Shalin is exactly like Angela (Your girl main character in Harvest Moon Tree of Tranquility) but with a different name. And Shalin's eyes are blue in my story.

This'll probably be a GillxShalin/Angela story. Nothing like lemon or anything, though. I suck at writing that stuff . . . So just, kissing and hugging and stuff :I

There might be character death. It's not the main character, but he plays a big role. There also might be drama. So if you can't handle that stuff, I'd suggest you leave :I

This chapter might be boring. But you need it to understand the story. So read it. Please.

Also R&R plz kthxbia

My name is Shalin. All I have to say about myself is that I have short, brown hair and blue eyes. I have an older brother named Jesse, who is tall with light brown hair and green eyes. My mothers' name is Tori and she has curly, dirty-blonde hair that reaches her elbow. She has clear blue eyes, like me. My fathers' name is Felton. He has short, brown hair, just like any normal man, and has brown eyes. I used to have a Grandpa named Finn, who had worked at his ranch all his life, but he died a long while ago. My father took over the ranch, until he got terribly ill.

Jesse had gone to visit father at the ranch (Which was, by the way, named Wood Ranch. My father, brother, mother, grandpa and I's last names were Wood, and grandpa reused to change the name of the ranch to something more . . . original.) and he was helping father out. But of course, being the carless brat that he is, he wandered off and caught a disease. He didn't notice until he went to sleep in father's bed that night, and my father caught the disease while they were sleeping.

So as some of fathers friends went to visit, they noticed they were ill and called the mayor, who called us, as in mother and I. So, my father and brother were unable to care for the ranch, and my mother was treating them, since we didn't have enough money for a proper doctor.

So then I was stuck with the farm work.

And this is where my story begins.

I was sitting beside father, who was in his bed beside Jesse. It was about 12 o'clock midnight, and I knew very well it was almost time for bed.

"Shalin, it's time for you to go to bed."

Yep.

"Yes mom." I wasn't one to complain. My mom is very strict . . .

I stood up and headed to my room. I got dressed in my pajamas, which were blue with animals on them.

I really liked animals.

I sat on the edge of my bed, about to slip under my covers, when my mother walked into the room.

"Shalin, I have to talk to you for a minute."

I nodded slowly, a bit confused. "Oh, ok." Was I in trouble?

She sat beside me, on the edge of my bed. She looked at me, I looked at her, but avoided eye-contact. She sighed and nodded.

"Since your father and brother are ill, and I am treating them, you will have to travel to Waffle Island and take over the ranch while your father is getting treated."

That struck me like lightning.

"What? Me? Take over Wood Ranch?" I cried. "Mom, no girl has ever run a ranch before!"

"Then you will be the first," She strictly replied. "You leave tomorrow morning, at seven o'clock. You had better get packed."

I could have sworn my eyes bugged out of my head. "Seven o'clock!? Seven o'clock in the morning!?"

She nodded. "Yes. The boat to Waffle Island leaves at seven thirty. And I want no misbehaving while you're there. I told the mayor to call us if you caused trouble. Once your father gets treated, he will take over the ranch again."

I sighed in defeat. "Yes mom . . ."

"So get packed." Was all she said, and then she left my room.

I sighed heavily. I decided I would pack in the morning, I would just have to set my alarm to six o'clock . . .that gave me an hour to get ready before I left for the boat.

I laid on my back, on my bed, covered by my blankets. I wondered what the people there were like. Were they happy and cheerful? Optimistic and fun? Or were they big grumps, with no friends, and had a short temper?

I could tell I wasn't going to have a fun time.

The only thing I looked forward to was caring for the cows, sheep, goats, horses, chickens and ducks. Father even told me he had ostriches, so that was really new to me. I couldn't wait to see them.

But then I remembered there were people there. Some people were social, and I knew that because dad had always told us about two or three people coming over for no reason. I wasn't looking forward to that.

But mom said no misbehaving or the mayor would call her . . . that would be so embarrassing. I didn't even care much that I would be in trouble, more about the fact the whole island would think I was an idiot. I definitely did not want that.

I would just have to do my best to enjoy it . . .

My eyes snapped open at the sound of my alarm. I checked the time.

My God, it was six o'clock . . .Seriously, only farmers get up this ear-

Crap.

I was a farmer.

Well, this wasn't going to be fun.

I smashed my alarm clock, shutting it off. I groggily got out of bed, picking out some sweats (I personally hated jeans), a blue t-shirt and a black hoodie to wear, along with some white socks. I slipped all of my clothes on and headed for the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair, and walked to my bedroom.

I opened my closet, and dug into the back of it where I pulled out two suit cases. I opened them, and stuffed some clothes into one and put my money, my phone, my toothbrush and comb, family portraits and other things I needed to keep me from feeling homesick in the other. I closed them and was about to walk out the door, when my mom walked in.

She crossed her arms as she looked at me. "Those clothed are not fit for a farmer," She commented. I sighed.

"What do you want me to wear then?" I asked.

"Your father has some female farmer clothes. Some spare and some you can wear now. He got them made at the Tailor shop at Waffle Town, just in case. I'll go fetch them for you."

I sat in the middle of my room floor.

. . . What did farmers wear?

Not long after mom had left, she came back with a handful of clothes. She threw one set at me.

"Put those on. I'll put these ones in your suitcase.

I groaned and picked up the clothes she threw at me, standing up and heading to the bathroom to put them on.

These were probably the ugliest things I have ever worn.

She gave me jean-shorts, which already sucked because I hated jeans. She also gave me a long, green t-shirt, white gloves and a pair of brown boots. Ugh, at least she let me keep my socks, even though they weren't even visible at the moment . . .

I walked out of the bathroom, feeling humiliated.

"Mom, these things are ugly!" I cried.

"Well get used to it, that is how you will be dressing while you're at the ranch," Mom replied.

I gaped at her.

Might as well kill me now.

"Oh, and this money will be no good there," She continued. "They don't use dollars, they use gold. Your father has some spare, he can give it to you. But keep in mind it's not that much, only one hundred gold. But it may give you enough to buy some seeds and plant some food, or sell the things you grow for more gold. Your father says the people there are your age, with the exception of a few adults or elders who run the stores and the clinic."

"Hey, I'm an adult," I crossed my arms. I was 21.

"You're a young adult," She replied casually. "I replaced everything in your bags. Well, most of it. Your clothes and money I replaced, but you do have cell service there so I kept your cell phone in there. I also let you take the family photos, toothbrush and comb. Be sure to phone us once every week, so we can tell how you are doing. If something goes wrong, tell the mayor first. But if he doesn't help you like you want, call us. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Yes mom."

"Good. We had better get going."

It was seven o'clock, already.

"And please, try to make some friends."

I groaned. Time to see where I was going to live for quite a while.

Mmhmm.

Hope you like it so far :I

Did chya figure out who might be the character who dies? It'll only be one, though, if anything.

STAY TOONED. Love you all. R&R please. You don't have to but it just encourages me to write more *Shrug*