Chapter 1: Good Riddance.

Rated T for mild swearing, and possible violence.

I do not own Animal Crossing.

"Goodbye, sweetie!" my mother, Kathy, cried while trying to wrap her arms around me. I moved away from her.

"Don't call me sweetie".

I didn't want her stupid, trifling love. Love has always been overrated anyway.

She was sending me away to an even more stupid, trifling town that no-one ever heard of, and one that I never even wanted to live in.

But of course I had no say in the matter. She thought it would be a "good experience" for me to live on my own. I really don't understand how her brain works. How is sending me away going to help me? I'll be away from my friends with no phone, no laptop. She confiscated them, claiming that they're unhealthy for me. The only way to contact anyone is by letter.

But come on, who writes letters these days? Nobody. Exactly. So why should I start? Anyway, I should probably introduce myself.

My name's Scarlett Johnson. Yeah, I know. Weird name. Whatever. I didn't choose it. My hair's bubblegum pink. My mom was against me dying my hair until I was at least 18. I'm 15. I disobeyed her. So what? Sue me. I always disobey her.

Last year she grounded me, so I couldn't go to Robert Black's party. I went anyway. Got a tattoo there on my ankle. A tattoo of an anchor. I guess if you were into that symbolism shit, you could say it represents the fact that I feel that my mother weighs me down.

And at Rachel Murry's 16th bash, I got my tongue pierced. It hurt a lot, but I didn't back out of it, unlike Tess Evans.

She is such a pussy. She backs out of everything. Even the simplest things, like truth or dare.

All she had to do was smooch with Aaron Roberts and she refused to. Everyone laughs about her behind her back.

She gives us every reason to. She won't sneak out anywhere 'cause she doesn't want to disobey her 'mommy'. Ha. What a loser.

"Please, Scarlett," my mother pleaded. "I'm doing this for your benefit. Please don't act like this".

"Yeah, Kathy," I grunt. "It's for my benefit, all right. You're simply washing your hands of me. It's the cowardly thing to do, really. If you were actually a decent mother, you'd let me stay home. With my friends. People that actually care about me".

She sighed. "Sweetie, I do care about you. And they're not your real friends. Why on earth can't you see that? They're a bunch of delinquents who are never going to amount to anything. It's better for you to stay away from them".

I look her right in the eye. "I said don't call me sweetie".

I slammed the door shut, turning to face the front of the car. She waved. I didn't. I pulled my seat belt on, and sunk down deeper into my seat.

The taxi driver turned on the ignition, and the car lurched forward swiftly. I turned around and stared at my mother, as she slowly got smaller and smaller. Soon she was just a small, insignificant dot in the distance. But I guess she was always small and insignificant in my mind.

"Jeez, this rain is bein' terrible, ain't it?". The taxi driver asked. He was just trying to be friendly, but I wasn't in the mood for other people.

He was a middle-aged man, probably in his 40's. He had a stereotypical pirate accent. His face was slightly disfigured.

"I've seen worse". I replied bluntly, glaring out the window.

He chuckled to himself. "Well, what's ruffled yer feathers, lassie?"

"It's none of your business".

"Well, if you want to be tha' way, lassie".

I gritted my teeth, and pulled out my iPod from my backpack. It's quite a small backpack. I've worn it out and it's falling apart.

But I'll never throw it out. My dad got it for me when I was 10. He died when I was 12. He was the only person that ever really understood me, and cared for me.

More than likely the only person that ever will, too. I miss him like hell. I pray to him every morning and night. I'd never pray to 'God'. He's meant to work miracles, isn't he? I've yet to see him doing me a solid.

He died in a car accident. He wasn't drunk or anything, the bitch that hit him was. She was leaving a nightclub, and she was so drunk that she didn't even know her own name.

My thoughts returned to this 'town' I was driving to. 'Good Riddance (Time of your Life)' by Green Day started to play, and I slowly fell asleep to the soft sound of guitar quietly strumming. Quite an ironic song to play, given my situation, don't you think?

And that's chapter one! I've edited that around 6 times since I first published it, but I'm proud of this edit. I realise that Cap'n is meant to be a turtle, and that Scarlett sees him as a person. This will be explained sometime in the later chapters.

I hope you liked this! If you did, please, let me know. Or if you have constructive critism, feel free to give it to me.

But please, don't flame. If you don't like it, let me know, but please don't be unnessarily mean about it.

- Charlie Fletcher.