The Life of the Farm Girl Named Claire
Author notes: This story is about Claire and her thoughts of the situations that happen to her in the game. I will be changing some things in the story from the game to make it more realistic and also, she talks! I will gladly take any suggestions on ways to make the story better and constructive criticism. I have no real direction with this yet and I have not on a story for a while so I hope everyone enjoys. The prologue is a little boring but it was necessary. Please forgive me.
Prologue
A small quiet life was all I wanted. Yeah the city was big and grand but man, it was boring was can be. I know, most would disagree, I would have too if I hadn't lived here most of my life. It's had to have fun and enjoy the city when you never know who can trust. Saying, this comes from a girl whose been stabbed in the back more than once (not literally). I get up, go to my job at the office that's two blocks and around the corner, then come home and read the paper or watch TV. Yeah, real fun there. I would go out more but there's that whole thing with friends again and activities aren't exactly the cheapest here either.
Anyway, things changed for me one day when I got home from work. It was just an ordinary day for me, which, don't worry, I won't repeat my daily process again. I went to my kitchen table to relax from the long at work, which sucked in case you were wondering. The newspaper was already on the table. I tend to pick up the paper in the mornings and leave it on my table but never read it until five in the afternoon. Why do I wait so long to read it? I don't know. That's something my dad always did and I think I just got the habit from him. To this day I don't know why he wants to wait. Makes the end of the day more exciting if work sucked I guess.
Looking through the property section in the paper, I noticed a section talking of a farm on sale. It was a tiny farm by the small place of Mineral Town. It was a pleasant area for anyone who wanted a life away from the city and to start a farm of your own. I liked it the more I read it. Now I admit, I don't have too much experience with farm life but I would stay with my grandma every summer I was a child and helped her take care of things on her farm. She had chickens, sheep, horses and of course, her crops. Unfortunately, the older she got, the more she got rid of. Before I stopped going for the summers, all she had were three chickens and a horse. She even stopped growing crops two years before I stopped going. Now, I do still see her, but I'm an adult so it's kind of hard to see your family a lot, accept my parents who live like 5 minutes away.
Remember earlier how I said my day sucked? Well, it was so bad that I was ready to quit my job, and after reading that ad in the paper, all rational reasoning was out the window because the next thing I remember was calling the owner and asking when I could move in. I quit my job, got the biggest yelling from my parents that I've had in years, best wishes from my grandparents, packed, and headed out to a new life.
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