Okay, so the reason for no made couple is that I want to see if I get enough (re)viewers that are in favour of one particular guy (in Mineral Town) to be with Naomi. One more reason to review! She will interact with all the (legible) guys in town, so please tell me which one you like best, or think Naomi likes best.

I DO NOT OWN HARVEST MOON!! You're thinking of Natsume.

I shut the door behind me and sighed. Tokyo was so crowded, dirty and blinding, and I was so sick of it. I sighed. That wan't the only reason, either. The other was that I couldn't get a boyfriend! Sure, a lot of guys really liked me, but because I'm so stupid I never notice. And by the time they tell me they like me, I like them too much as a friend to love them, or I like someone else who is oblivious to my exitstense.

I plopped down onto my cushion and pulled the newspaper to my face. Any new houses available in the country? I sniggered to myself. Then I spotted an ad for a farm in a strange Mineral Town. Oh my god, freakiness. I glanced at the description and liked what I saw… er, read. Actually, I really liked it. Visions of a nice, calm farm, cute little horsies, and making my own food, knowing what goes into it, and possibly cute farm boys, went through my head. In an instant, my mind was decided. I jumped to the phone to talk to a man about a farm.

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My mp3 player blasting into my ears, I stared in horror at the farm. No… no, this can't be it!! It must be some kind of mistake!! The farm was a run down crap hole; the house was tiny and old, the field was covered in rocks and twigs, and the livestock and poultry homes were total ghost towns. I sighed. Figures. I should have known it was too good to be true…

"You there, hello!" a male voice called out. It was a midget in a red suit and top hat. "What brings you to Diamond Farm? Don't tell me you're a tourist? Because if you are, then you should really go to the inn"

"No," I said, smiling half-heartedly, holding up my hand to stop him from babbling any longer. "Actually, I saw an ad in the newspaper for a wonderful Mineral Town farm life; but I ended up being ripped off."

The midget stared at me. I stared back at him, uncomfortable from the unreadable look in his eyes. Suddenly, he burst out laughing. I continued staring, taken aback. "My, my, and I thought you were a smart young girl! We have ads like that a lot, you know, and some suckers come here believing it, like you. But really, Diamond Farm is nothing special. No one's run the farm for years."

I was really starting to hate this man… in fact, I whipped my mp3 player at his fat head. "But, I thought you said some people believe those ads and come live here."

"No, no, they come, stay a day or two, and leave. Enjoy some wine and reading. None of them were up to the challenge, and actually stayed. The owner died years ago, but had no kin to take over the farm, so it stayed as it was. I suppose you'll do the same, so come with me and I'll go reserve a room for you at Doug's inn," he said, beginning to wobble his fat little legs the other way, rubbing the spot where my mp3 hit him.

I took a deep breath. "No." I told him firmly. "I came out here to get a new start on life, not having to live in the hustle-bustle, unhealthy life of Tokyo City. I'm staying here, and I'm running Diamond Farm; Mineral Town, meet your new farmer!!"

The man started laughing again, clapping his hands. I went a little red. Overkill…? "Very good! Well, let me introduce myself. I am Thomas, the mayor here." Mayor?

"Oh, uh, I'm Naomi. But my friends back home gave me the nickname Skye." I said, thinking the mayor should know who I am.

"I do hope you'll make friends, come to festivals, and live a happy life here in Mineral Town. Well, I suppose I'll leave you to it!" he said, waving his hand across the dead scenery. By the time I had turned, Thomas the Mayor was gone.

I rolled up my sleeves. Diamond Farm will be a success! I'll make sure of it!

Three hours later, I had enough space cleared for a garden, and my stuff was unpacked. Exhausted, I went into my humble abode, sure to kill me in my sleep by the slightest gust of wind breaking it down. For the first time, I noticed the tool box. I opened it; it was kind of heavy. I gasped. A bunch of tools were in there!

…Well, that probably sounded stupid. OMG, a tool box with tools in it!? Amazing! I giggled at my own stupidity, then shifted the things in the box.

I took out the pedometer and put it on, resetting it. Then I noticed a bag. Picking it up, it had a turnip picture on the front. Turnip seeds! Awesome! Forgetting how tired I was, I dashed outside with the hoe and the watering can. Making some tilled soil for the seeds, I threw them down carefully; they covered almost all the space I'd made earlier.

I tipped the watering can to find it was empty. Well, duh. Who leaves a watering can with water in their tool box? To rust up all his other tools? I ran to the pond beside the field, dipping it in. I read the sign. It said all the sizes and types of fish. It was hand written, so the owner pervious to me must have written it there to help him remember. Cool!

I went back to my turnip garden, my exhaustion catching up on me. I slowly and carefully watered all the seeds.

As I went inside again, I looked back once more. Smiling as the sun set at my new home, I thought this isn't going to be so bad.

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