I think my Mom and Dad are crazy. Actually, I thought that for a long time. But a farm as a birthday present?

"Your Granddaddy left it for you, Claire." My Daddy said.

"Then why can't I say no to it?" I asked. Mom answered for him.

"Because we thought living on a farm would do you some good. You've always been a tomboy Claire. You used to love it whenever we went to Mineral Town." I only went there twice; once when I was 2, and once when I was 6. Yes, I did like it, but that was 14 years ago. Before I had a boyfriend and had big plans to become a rock star. I even have my band members picked out and three songs that are almost done. Sure I still live with my parents at the age of twenty and didn't go to university and have a full time job at the mall working at the music store, but when I become famous, that'll all change. But right now what needs to change is my parents minds!

After a two hour argument, we finally came to an agreement: I would live (and work) on the farm for a year. Then if I really didn't like it, I could sell it and move back. I had two weeks till I leave. And Trent, my boyfriend, wasn't too happy about the news either.

"WHAT! Gone a whole YEAR?! And to live on a FARM!? Are your parent's crazy or what? Don't they know we have bigger plans?" I was working my second last day when I told him. He worked part-time at a restaurant in the mall, and was on break. He always comes to see me when he's on break. Several people looked at him like he was crazy, so I tried to shush him.

"I know. I don't like it either, but its only a year and then I'll come straight back and we can get the band rolling."

"You're just going to leave the farm?" Trent asked.

"No. I'm going to sell it before I go. Tell a few white lies and get back here." I told him. He had his thinking face on, so I asked him, "What are you thinking?"

"What if you work hard enough that you could up grade the place? Then the farm will be worth more and you can use some money to get more music equipment. And I could come in the summer and help you." I looked out the window at the snowy streets as I pushed my blonde hair back. It was an idea. A very crazy idea. Me, working hard on a farm? But the idea was so crazy, that I thought it just might work.

"You're a genius Trent." I said, and kissed him when I was sure no one was looking.

"Aren't you glad you dated me?" he asked in his playful voice.

"Very. If you want, you can help me pack tomorrow and then I'll take you out to dinner."

"I'll be there."

So by the time I was ready to go, I was sure I was going to do as planned: get to the farm, work hard, upgrade it, and by winter I would be out of there with a pocket full of money and hopefully a few new songs. But if I knew what was already planned for me, that I'd gain more things and lose some, I would have been more careful when I started this adventure.

If Claire seems like a money-hungry person, she isn't. She's just a twenty year-old girl with very big dreams that were interrupted. But man, she doesn't know what's in store for her.

Claire: That doesn't sound good. Are you sure I want to be in this?

Positive (I think).

Claire: You think?

Please review! (runs away from Claire)