I had this story in my head and I just needed to get it out on paper. It's a typical Vaughn and Chelsea fanfic, so I hope you enjoy. I would like to note that I have never played Island of Happiness before, so I don't know the layout. I made some changes for this story, such as Mirabelle owning a farm and an animal shop. Which makes sense, because if she sells animals, she has to keep them somewhere. Please don't judge the story by accuracy to the game. If you've played before, just pretend this is a whole new game with the same characters.

I didn't put this in the summary, but I would like to point out that this is a horse story. Mostly because I love horses. So you horse lovers out there, please read!

If you've ever been on a horse before, you'll believe me when I say that nothing compares. No skateboard, motor boat ride, or even roller coaster is the same as the feeling of riding free on a once wild animal. Wind rushing through your hair, trees blurring by you, the smell of fresh green grass tickling your nose – it's amazing. Or so I've heard.

My name is Chelsea, and what I want the very most in my life is to get up on one of those graceful animals, and ride. Just ride.

"You're doing it wrong," a gruff voice mumbled from behind me.

"What?" I turned my head to see a light haired man, eyes covered with a black hat, watching me. He was dressed in all black except for his cowboy boots and vest.

"I said you're doing it wrong," he responded louder, while pointing at the brush in my hand. "Who the hell are you anyway? And why are you here? Did Mirabelle let you in?"

"I work here," I retorted, "Who are you?"

The man looked up from beneath his hat, and stared at me with violet eyes. I watched them narrow slightly, and then disappear beneath his hat again. Then he slowly turned and walked out of the barn, his boots thumping lightly on the wood floor.

I wondered what had happened to him to make him so rude. I went back to brushing Rudy, the horse, and soon began to hear muffled voices yelling from Mirabelle's shop.

"Who is she? Why did you hire her? A frail, little girl? Great, Mirabelle, great! Just who we need to take care of all the livestock, cut the grass, replenish the stocks, muck out the stalls, and who knows what else?"

It sounded like the man with the hat. Then I heard another voice. Mirabelle.

"It's none of your damn business who I hire. This is my shop, is it not? I'll have you remember that you work for ME, and NOT the other way around!"

"Yes, yes I know! But we need a labourer! Someone who can work! Not some little girl who spends her time petting the pretty little horses! We're dying Mirabelle! If we don't take action, we will be out of jobs, then homes, then food!"

"That girl was the only one I could find who would take the job for as little as I could pay her! And until we get out of this damned debt, she will have to do! And don't you dare go around making assumptions because she is a girl! She is your coworker and I expect you to treat her nicely! Am I understood?"

Her words were followed by silence. I couldn't tell if the man had agreed or not, but a few seconds later I heard a door slam, and the sound of fading footsteps.

Wow. Only my second day on the job and already someone hated me. What else could go wrong?

Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Chelsea, and I'm 22 years old. My story is as plain as plain can be. I lived in an orphanage until I was 18, and went to college for 4 years after that. My parents died when I was just a baby, leaving me with no money. My orphanage pain for my college tuition, but after that, I was on my own. I traveled to this Island, hoping to find a job that could keep me alive until I started my new life.

The sign in Mirabelle's shop was the first thing I saw walking into the town. With luck, I got the job, but for nothing more than 10 dollars a day. Not enough to make a living, so Mirabelle offered me the attic of the barn, where I could sleep, and she told me she would provide me with meals, until I could support myself.

I understood her position. With a broke store going out of business, she needed money as much as me. I would have liked a better salary, but it seemed to be the only job available on the island.

And I won't mention the biggest thing that involuntarily drew me into the job. Horses. Well actually horse. Mirabelle had one horse named Rudy, who, although she sold animals, was not for sale, because he was the work horse used for various jobs around the farm. Mirabelle also had two cows, and five chickens that would normally be for sale, but with the shortage of money, selling the eggs and milk was all the income she was getting.

No one came by to purchase animals, let alone animal products, simply because she didn't have any. And nor did she have money to order some to stock. Some of the townsfolk felt bad for her situation and donated money from time to time, but mostly, they had their own expenses to worry about. That leads to another problem.

Though Mirabelle's shop is the only one in debt, almost all the stores on the island are losing money each day. I can't say what the cause is, but my best guess is the island just doesn't have enough people. Without people, there are no shoppers. Without shoppers, there is no income. Without income, there are no stores. And eventually, without stores, there will be no homes, food, or hopes of survival.

Needless to say, this island is going down the tubes. I guess I can't blame the black hat guy for what he said. With his life at stake, he must have wanted Mirabelle to hire someone he can count on.

Fortunately, I don't back down from a challenge easily.

Beginning's a little slow, but if you stick with the story, you won't be disappointed, I promise. Thanks for reading! Any comments/criticism would be awesome!