This is my first story, I am new here so I don't know a lot about fanfiction so please enjoy my story.

Chapter 1: Jacks new random life

Hi, my name is Jack. I am 18 years old. I live in the city where nobody gives a crap about you. There is no peace in the city always gun fights, Robbery, Screaming like there's no tomorrow, and finally the tax collector always walking up to your door step threatening you to pay tax. Yup, that's my home and I'm used to it. The city life is bad enough if you don't carry your weapons with you at all time. Do I get tired of living in the city well maybe once in awhile? It's not that bad like I said, I'm used to it. I'm also a business man. I fire a lot of lazy ass people and junkies except for the professional ones now those you have to keep in order to run a good business… Ya everyone hates me so what it's not my problem! Okay enough about me I guess you're here because you want to hear my random story...Well let me warn you to not make fun of me I will HUNT YOU DOWN! (Clears throat) Okay here is my story.

I came back from work all exhausted. A lot of yelling just hurts my ears you know.

"Sigh.." I sighed. "All I do is get yelled at by my bitchy boss who's on the phone all day, My co-workers call me a virgin everyday when I chill by the cooler, I get weird prank calls in my office like I'm looking for Mr. Bendover or I.P. freely who ever the hell that is!"

I grabbed a can of root beer drank it all up. I changed my clothes and relaxed on my bed. I thought about how my life would be without being part of the drama. "Grrr!" I growled.

"I'll never get what a man wants! I'm single, I'm a freaking virgin, I have no friends, My boss is a phone junkie, My co-workers are a bunch of fags! I'M A COMPLETE NOBODY!"

I was so stressed out… My head started to pounder like a bunch of bricks just hit my veins. Ouch… Well my job sucks, I can't quit because if I do the tax collector will probably shoot me… oh well. I yawned and fell asleep.

(Next day) "Yawn" I yawned and stretched my muscles.

It was a beautiful morning I ran down stairs and made myself a quick breakfast. I'm always in a rush for things I don't know why? I exit out my house making sure nobody sees me. If you're wondering why I'm making sure nobody sees me well you'll see that I am not carrying any weapons.

I checked my mail box to see any bills that I had. I hate bills actually nobody does! While I was checking through my mails a noticed a yellow letter, I never get colorful letters but I wonder who it is? What no address? What kind of people doesn't put there damn address on there. They probably don't remember their own address either that or they're just homeless. Maybe it's another hate mail from somebody I fired? The last one I had it got pretty boring to read so all I had to do is throw that shit away. I opened the yellow letter and read what it said. "…"

Dear Jack, This is your father's friend Takakura. It's been awhile since I last saw you. You were a curious young boy last time I remember. You would always ask me were eggs come from, How does the cow moo, Why am I boring, Why do I have a tattoo of an Anker, Have I ever been a pirate and many more if I can remember well anyways I'm sorry about your father. He was a great man with pride and he was a great farmer. The reason why I wrote this letter is because I want you to see your fathers' farm take a good look at it. Don't worry I'll pay for you to stay at the Inn. You do remember where your father lived right? It's Forget-Me-Not-Valley. Come visit when you get a chance. Sincerely, Takakura.

"Well, looks like I'm visiting my father's farm."

My father… he was the only guy I would ever look up to. He would always listen to my problems; he would be honest about how the people feel about me. My dad was the best dad I'd ever had but the sad thing is when he had a farm I didn't get to see him much. My mother wanted me to survive in the city until I die. Dad never wanted me to live in the city. I had no choice; it was either live a lazy easy life or a survival hard core life.

Now my mom was a little odd to me. She would always tell me to find a girlfriend before I turn 30. I mean what is so bad about being 30 you just turn into an adult!

I ran back inside I walked around the living room with my hands on my head.

"Okay I need to calm down!"

(Bang, Bang, Bang.) Someone knocked.

"What is Takakura already here well that was fast? Oh I have to hurry packing before I let him in!"

While somebody maybe Takakura was knocking on my door very hard I rushed packing my clothes, snacks, toothbrush, and camera. Finally, I came down stairs and opened my poor door that was being banged on. My eyes grew wide when I finally realized who it was. The tax collector…

"Um…hi this is a bad timing…?" I said then gulped.

"You pay me now!"

"Look I don't have the money so please come back later."

"You pay me bitch!"

"I'M LEAVING IM NOT COMING BACK SO I CAN'T PAY YOU!"

"Pay or die!"

Man this damn tax collector won't give up!

Okay i'm sorry if i messed up this story. iv'e fixed it and if there's anymore problem please let me know i'll try to update it when i have internet. Fellow readers please review! TOO BE CONTINUED.