Cinnamon High
Author's Note: Hello! Another fanfic by Jesi Chan! This on is on Harvest Moon Tree of Tranquility. I am obsessed with the stupid game and I can't stop playing. And it really doesn't help that I have a five day weekend either. D8 Anyway, to get away from playing the game, I am making this! ^-^ Doesn't make a lot of sense in my mind, but whatever! This is like Magical Melody High, so I hope you like it. ^-^ Also, this story is made on Waffle Island and I placed the school in the wide space in the Caramel District near the town plot. I also call it 'Cinnamon High' because it seemed to fit with everything else in the game. In my mind anyway. Also, remember this is HIGH SCHOOL! Couples sometimes do not date their future spouses, so please do not say something like 'So-and-so are not a couple!' Also, the elementary school is taught at the Inn and middle school is taught at the Town Hall library. Anyway, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon or any of its characters.
Two figures stood alone in a barren field, the rain pouring so hard that the figures clothes were soaked and their hair was plastered to there shoulders and faces. The lone male figure was holding the only female close, like she was the only thing in the universe that mattered.
"I have always loved you Annabell..........ever since you fell off your horse and ended up in the holly bush.......even when you left me for Dimitri.........and I believe I always will." The wavy haired male whispered into the golden locks of the girl.
"Oh Vincent." The blond, busty figured female, supposedly Annabell cooed. "I have loved you so much longer than that." She said and clutched the male's shirt tighter.
The pouring rain seemed to have become long forgotten by the two lovers.
"Vincent, I must tell you something........." Annabell said softly, almost inaudibly.
"What my darling?" Vincent asked in between giving little kisses along the women's hairline and forehead.
"That I'm......."
Just then, the scene seemed to freeze and a cheery male's voice came out of thin air.
"What does Annabell have to tell Vincent?! Will Dimitri try to make a comeback for Annabell?! Do Heathcliff and Maria have the same father?! Find out next time on 'The Sky Will Fall, But I Don't Care!'"
The screen suddenly went to a commercial about male enhancement pills when my tissue box made contact with the TV.
"Why, damn it?!" I shouted at the TV., I could feel my cheeks getting red with anger.
I seethed and huffed my cheeks. Why did it have to end at that point?! It was getting good!
After a few moments of deep breathing to calm myself down, I glanced around my surroundings. Used tissues were either in my garbage can beside my bed or on the floor beside it, an empty mug that held tea is on a nightstand beside my bed, a half eaten bowl of popcorn is nestled protectively in my lap, and the little clock on my cell phone beside the empty mug said it was one in the morning.
"Crap! I have to be up in five hours!" I stated and attempted to untangle myself from the blankets on my bed. School started up tomorrow, well today if you want to be technical, and I haven't slept at night for most of summer vacation.
Once I managed to get myself out of the death grip my blankets had on me, I placed the half empty popcorn bowl beside my mug and I grabbed the remote. When I had the remote pointed at the t.v., ready to shut it off, the host of 24 Soaps came on.
"I personally enjoyed that episode of 'The Sky Will Fall, But I Don't Care!' I hope you all did too! I screamed when I heard that Heithcliff and Maria may be siblings!" The host said and turned to another camera.
"I am excited to say that the 'The Sky Will Fall' marathon will continue! I am excited to see what is going to happen! Now! Please enjoy the next episode 'The Sky Will Fall, But I Don't Care!'" As soon as the host said those words, a familiar theme song erupted from my TV.
I had the biggest internal conflict of my life.
You know when you feel like you have an angel and a devil on your shoulders telling you to do stuff? Right now, the angel was telling me to go to bed and get rested for tomorrow but the devil was telling me what more could another episode hurt and we do nothing on the first day of school anyway. And I could always sleep during the welcoming ceremony.
The devil won.
"What more could one more episode hurt?" I asked myself and I put the remote down again and I reached to pick up the tissue box on the floor of my room. Once I was wrapped up in my blankets and the popcorn bowl placed back into my lap the show started.
On the screen, you see a frozen Heithcliff and Maria staring at Rosemarie in disbelief and the cheery male announcer's voice comes out of thin air again.
"Last time on 'The Sky Will Fall, But I Don't Care' Heithcliff and Maria found out that Maria's mother, Rosemarie, slept with Heithcliff's father, Roland, around the time she became pregnant with Maria! Also, in another place, Vincent has confessed his feelings to Annabell, who has admitted to having the same feelings, in the place where they first met! But during the confession, Annabell announced that she has to tell Vincent something! I wonder what it is?! Also, Dimitri has come back from abroad! What is he going to do when he finds out Annabell has gone back to Vincent?! Stick around and find out! Episode one hundred and twenty two starts NOW!"
Dramatic music began to fill the void where the announcer's voice was. While the music continued, I nibbled on some popcorn and leaned forward a bit in anticipation.
My mother was sitting at the kitchen table when I heard her give an exasperated sigh when she caught sight of me stumbling out of my room.
"You're a mess." She said and took a sip of the swill she calls coffee.
I had a feeling I looked like shit since I feel like shit. I had stayed up all night watching my show and I was tired. I was so involved with the show that I lost all sense of time. Before I knew it my alarm went off, telling me it was time to get up.
"I want tea." I grumbled and sat down beside my mom. My head hit the table as soon as I sat down. I heard my mom sigh again and back away from the table. After a few moments of clanging and beeping, silence soon followed and my mom walked back to the table.
"Here. And your breakfast." She placed the dishes in front of me and she took her seat again. I lifted my head up onto my chin with a groan. The sun shining in the window was giving me an unpleasant headache. And I noticed my breakfast, a cheese omelet with a slice of toast. Eww, gag. I hated cheese and eggs, and my mother knows it. The tea though was what I really wanted.
I snaked my hand out from under the table and grab the mug. It was warm and very soothing. I sighed happily as I sat upright and pulled the mug to me. I breathed in happily and felt bliss fill every inch of my being. Goddess, I love tea. Especially French Vanilla tea, it made my day just smelling it.
That was until I took a sip.
It was COLD! I spit the mouthful of liquid back into my mug and I could just feel the look of disgust my mom gave me.
"What the hell?! It's cold but the mug is hot! This defies physics!" I said and pushed the mug away from me like it was the Plague.
"It's not very lady-like to swear Angela." My mother said and shot me a look that I assumed was a look of disgusted. I mumbled something incoherent as a retort and took my breakfast and cold swill to the kitchen in the corner. I put the full mug of tea in the sink and pulled out a new one, grabbed a tea bag from beside the mixer, poured water into the pot. Once I threw the tea bag in with the water, I threw my cheese omelet into Fluffy's dog dish. That last one earned a glare from my mom but I just pretended not to see it. I nibbled on my toast while I waited for my tea to get done.
As if Fluffy had a sixth scence, he came bounding down the stairs with a deep loud 'woof.' Fluffy was a large white dog that I found over the summer when my family and I went to Toucan Island and I instantly fell in love with the large animal. I had to do a lot of groveling, with a hint of a temper tantrum, to get the animal.
Fluffy bounded over to me, licked my arm, and turned to his dog dish. His large tail slammed into me and my piece of toast ended up on he floor and if I hadn't grabbed onto the sink I think I would have ended up with the toast on the floor.
The timer on the pot pinged while I was nursing the spot on my side where I was positive a new bruise would be later tonight. I poured my hot tea into my mug and sipped it happily. My whole body seemed to instantly relax when the liquid was in me.
I got a really good look at my mom then. She was completely absorbed with her coffee and reading a book I didn't notice before. My mom had long brown hair, large brown eyes, good bone structure, and good posture. And under the baggy nightclothes, I was pretty sure that my mom was full figured like Annabell. Well, not like Annabell. Not a lot of people can look like Annabell naturally. My friend Selena was probably the closest to Annabell's body shape. Any way, I can deduce my mom was relatively attractive when she was younger. Hell, she still is. Even with no make up, unkempt hair, age lines, and in really unflattering nightwear.
I threw the thoughts of how attractive my mom was and how plain I was in comparison and drank the rest of my tea in one swig. I went over to Fluffy after I put my mug in the sink, Fluffy was done the omelet and just lapped up the piece of toast I lost, but when he noticed me coming to him he met me half way. I scratched both of his ears and he started to alternate his front paws up to down.
"Got to go potty?" I asked him and Fluffy just woofed and bounded to the door, in the process he hit me again and I was on the ground in a matter of moments. I was a little dazed as I looked up at the white ceiling. My body ached as I tried to sit up but I managed it. I finally made my way to Fluffy and opened the front door. Like a flash, the large mound of fat and white fur was outside and barking.
I put on my boots that were beside the door and followed the animal out. The cool, crisp autumn air hit me and I shivered.
'I should have grabbed my coat.' I thought as I followed the sound of deep barking. Fluffy was barking at the field where the animals were grazing.
My father owns a farm. It may not be as large or rich as Brownie Ranch or as conglomerated as Souffle Farm but we get by pretty good. My mom manages the money the farm intakes and my father takes care of the crops and animals. I help my dad out with the animals and crops as well, but I draw the line at taking care of the chickens and ducks.
My dad has a poultry army. An army I tell you! The eight chickens we have are homicidal; they try to kill the eight silkworms we have on a daily basis. The four ducks we have are insane. Not only are they violent to anything who comes near them with a pulse, they wake us up in the morning. Not the chickens, the ducks. And in the barn is the commanding general of the poultry army. My arch enemy, Phoenix the ostrich. When my dad first got him, he was so tiny and cute that I always went to play with him but then he grew up. No longer was there a cute little fuzz ball, there was now an ugly, evil, demonic bird who has tried to kill me multiple times.
The first attempt on my life was when my dad took me out to Brownie Ranch to have Cain to teach me how to ride him. Cain took control of him no problem, but the second I got on him, I sware he gave me an evil smirk before he ran off at full speed. My dad and Cain called after me to pull the reigns, to which I did but with no avail. Before I knew it, demon-bird took me to the northern most part of the farm and managed to toss me from the saddle and send me spiraling down off the cliff. Luckily I got caught on a loose branch and my dad was on a horse close behind me. Once they got me off the branch and on solid ground, I could have sworn demon-bird looked mad at me. Probably from failing to get rid of me.
The second time was when I went to help my dad with the barn animals. My dad was milking Bessy, one of our cows, and I went to go get the egg Phoenix gives us. When I got close to his spot, he looked like he was daring me to come get the egg. I got close to him and he jabbed my head a few times with his beak. Stupid, stubborn me tried again and he clawed at my feet. The final attempt was when I dove for the egg and he managed to kick me into the next stall with Laura the goat. Laura got spooked and kicked me in the ribs. After being rushed to the clinic, finding out a few ribs were only bruised and nothing was broken, I told my dad that the demon-bird was out to get me. He said it was silly and took me home. After similar incidents and more visits to the clinic, my dad thought it would be best if I don't go near Phoenix. And I honestly didn't mind that.
Needless to say, I am terrified of all birds so I stay away from the coop and Phoenix.
As I walked to the spot at field to where Fluffy was barking at. He looked like he was barking at Phoenix, the chickens, and the ducks because all of them were gathered together in a corner of the field. When I walked up to Fluffy, the birds stopped making noises and looked right at me. Every single one of them. I felt goose bumps go along my neck and arms as I looked at them looking at me with such malice in their eyes.
"Hey honey!" A voice called from behind me. I whipped my head around so quick that I felt and heard it pop. The voice of my savior was my dad. He was holding a watering can and smiling at me.
"Hey dad." I said in relief. I heard the birds go back to making silent noises, most likely my dad was with me. They wouldn't hurt me when my dad was literally right in front of me.
"Ready for school to start back up?" He asked with a smile. I just groaned and he laughed in response.
"I heard you last night you know? Something about an 'Annabell.'" He said with humor dancing across his features. I just felt my cheeks get hot.
I am addicted to romance dramas. My dad knows it and makes fun of me to no extent about it. My mom really doesn't care what I like or do as long as it doesn't effect my health or school life, to which it doesn't. It just messes up my sleeping habits occasionally.
"So, what happened?" He asked and placed the watering can on the ground.
"Nothing......." I said. Nothing my ass! I want to really, REALLY talk about what happened with Annabell and Vincent to someone. But my dad will make fun of me, my mom doesn't give a cow's ass, Fluffy doesn't talk back, Luke and Kathy will look at me like I am clinically insane, Selena will say rude things, and I don't see Maya or Candace until I get to school. The only person I can get a hold of to talk about these things are Renee and I don't see her until later.
"Hmm......." Dad said wih a smile and humor in his eyes. He knew I was lying. He knew that I knew that he knew I was lying. Goddess, I was so tired that I am not even thinking strait.
"--or me?" He asked.
"Huh? What was that?" I mumbled. It wasn't like I wasn't listening, I was just so tired that my brain is starting to function on autopilot.
He laughed at me again. I noticed that my dad is very humble looking. Short brown hair and large brown eyes. Average body build and structure. But when he smiled his face glew with a radiance I didn't know a man could poses. He kind of looked like mom when he smiled. Hey, I wonder if-----
Stop that thought Angela! No romantic drama thoughts about your parents!
I shook my head a tiny bit to get the thought of my parents being related somehow out of there.
"I asked if you could get the eggs for me, but you look like you are ready to keel over. Go get ready for school. Fluffy can stay out here." He said with a smile and motioned to the mound of fat and fur running around the field.
I nodded and I went back to the house. I felt bad about not doing my chores, but I was so tired.
Damn shoulder devil.
Yay! Chapter one is done! So tell me what you thought and I will upload the next chapter soon. ^-^