I was bored. This is the short story I wrote for my ELPA. (It was an English exam we had on Monday). I felt kind of retarted writing about a video game at school, but I really liked this. It's different than how I usually portray the characters. I don't know. Just read it.
Disclaimer; I do not own Harvest Moon, but I DO own this short story.
P.S.- Please remember that this was only two pages long, so... space was limited. This is short.
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What is she doing here? Doesn't she know where she belongs? She's not meant for this. She's a farmer. A small, weak, and fragile farmer. I am strong, powerful, and capable. She shouldn't be here. It's not safe. What was she doing, anyways?
Claire looks up, nods at me, then continues pounding on a large stone. I squint, my eyes burning from the dust floating in the air.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
She explains to me that she needs her hammer upgraded, and to upgrade, you need ores. The mine seemed like a good place to find them.
I felt my face burn from her sarcasm. Why didn't I realize that? Stupid, stupid, stupid! Claire's stone broke.
"Darn," She mumbled, picking up the small black pieces. "I need silver!"
I shoved a hand in my pocket. A large chunk of silver sat, cold and shiny. I gripped it in my hand. "Here,"
She looked up, and then glanced at what I was offering. "No, I can't take this." She shook her head. "I didn't earn it."
I shrugged. "Okay," I watched her place the useless ore in her rucksack. I bit my lip.
Claire looked up again. "What?"
"You can't do anything with those." I blurt. "They're useless."
She giggled. "Gray, do you know what this is?" She held out a blackened palm.
"Dirt?"
"Look," Claire stared at me. "It's not what you've got. It's what you make of what you've got."
She placed one of the pieces in my hand.
"It's charcoal," She grinned. "I can draw with it."
My mouth slowly opened, and I closed it again. Claire lifted up her rucksack and placed it over her shoulder.
"See you later, Gray."
I nod, squeezing the black shard in my palm.
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"Gray!" Mr grandfather growled. "That brooch looks terrible!"
I looked down at my work. It really was bad. I don't think I'd ever seen something so ugly. I smirked.
"You know what?" I picked up with warm meltal and began twisting and shaping it. "You're right."
When the brooch was no longer a brooch, I held it up. It was a heart.
My grandfather frowned. "Gray...? What on earth-"
"It's not what you've got." I state. "It's what you make of what you've got."
I placed the small heart in my pocket, along with the piece or silver, and the chunk of charcoal. That heart was Claire. It was small, yet strong. It was well rounded, and interesting. It was beautiful, and meaningful. It had a purpose in life. It knew what it was here for.
I have a lot to learn from that heart.
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Okay, weird, I know. It makes you think, though, right?
At least I know I passed the writing section. Haha XD. The reading part was so hard!! Oh, well. It's only my entire future on the line. XP
- emma. ^^
