The sound of keyboards, clicking mice, annoyed people and sighs filled the room. I breathed deeply and relaxed my whole body as I pursued this everyday scenario. Fatigue and overwork hung on the faces of the workers and extended all day. The entrance in the long corridor, which divided our offices, opened abruptly. A man around the 40 in a black suit with black glasses, entered slowly and with heavy steps. Our boss. A young woman hurried to the door and informed the person who was entering about events and dates.
"A group of workers have the intention to go on strike, and we have made a lot of discoveries.."
with a hand movement, he ordered the woman to stop and she fell silent at the sight. He opened his mouth and the man 's rough voice echoed through the corridor and finally drew all the attention.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, new orders are always coming in and the productivity in this company is poor" he marched slowly through the corridor and watched everything as an officer of the army would do, "but that will change. Everyone here in this room who has not yet covered 12 hours is going to work longer and that will go on until you have completed your business and the income stabilizes. We keep an eye on you. "The last sentence was only a threatening whisper.
We keep an eye on you.
Fuck off.
I am a 19 year old girl who lives in Zuzu town. My parents were very busy in my childhood. They could hardly finance the accommodation at all. We had a small apartment in the heart of the city. The green wallpaper, the little fairy rose, which reminded me of land.
Oh, at that time I was satisfied with what was put before my nose.
Typical children.
Mother always said I should stay inside and look after my little brother, Connor, as it can be very dangerous outside in a big city. I jumped off the ground, nodded proudly because of the responsibility she left me and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then she left the apartment and locked the door for security.
Me and Connor played most of the time 'Journey of the Prairie King' on the old console which was a gift from mom and dad for my 10th birthday. We also read a lot of books, and when we did not, we often did a sword fight with branches that we found on the way to school. Daddy and always scolded us as we brought stones and branches home.
But he has allowed it anyway.
These times were beautiful.
But when I went to the High school, life became a burden. People judge you for your appearance, your hobbies or your lifestyle and as a girl who played video games and could not afford the latest fashion I was the worst in their eyes.
And this exactly reflected my marks.
Two waving hands before my eyes aroused me from those memories. I shrugged and shook my head to wake up from this daydream. "Do you have a pen for me?" Asked a woman. "Oh .. yes .. wait a minute," I replied the question. I opened my top desk and rummaged through all the letters and papers until I could feel something waxy. Huh, what could it be? Curiously, I pulled this item out. It was an envelope with a violet seal on the surface. An annoyed sigh brought me back to my real task. I put the letter in my bag, grabbed a blue Joja pen out of the compartment and handed it over to the woman, who was already quite nervous.
She should have gone back to work long ago.
"I'm sorry you had to wait so long," I added with a small smile.
But when these words came out of my mouth, she was already gone and hurried to her computer.
Another sigh left my mouth.
A look at the clock showed me that it was already 4 pm.
"4 hours to go," I whispered under my breath the view again directed to the screen.
I stretched my arms out on the office chair and made my way to the exit. On the way a worker leaned against the wall and studied my feminine figure. An angry glare from me conjured him a mundane smile on his face. Disgusting. I left the building in seconds.
The way from work to my home took only 10 minutes since I still live in my parents' old apartment. However alone. Connor and my parents moved 4 months ago because it got pretty narrow in the apartment. They moved to the neighboring town and hopefully begin a new, better life there.
I watch all the cars that stand before a traffic light and the old lady who crosses this road. The stench of exhaust gas tightens my lungs. I quickly passed this traffic light, I held my nose with one hand and clung to the bag with the other. Always look at the way.
With a light swing I opened the door and reached for the phone. "Fried noodles with a small salad to Yoba Street 15 Block A. Surname is Rain" as the man takes the order I thanked him, broke the call off and put the phone gently back. I slowly opened the door of my bedroom and threw my bag at the front edge of the bed. Seconds later, I threw myself into bed. Lifeless, tired and exhausted I closed my eyes as I cuddled into my pillow. Time has passed and the bell rang at my door. This is my food. Sluggish I pulled myself out of bed and stood tipsy on my feet. I took the food from the supplier and gave him the money he wanted. I slammed the door with one foot and went to the kitchen, where I found space on a chair and unpacked the food.
It was 11 pm and I didn't know what to do. A quick grip in my pocket reminded me of the find in the office again. The letter. Now that I have the peace to look at it more closely. So did I. My fingers glided over the white almost imprinted letter and I took a deep breath. A cancellation?
With cautious fingers I removed the seal from the envelope and drew the letter delicate and gently out.
My eyes started to tear. Grandfather. I move my lips slowly as I read it to myself.
If you leave that here, you need urgently a change. The same happened to me long before you were even born. I lost sight of the most important in life. A true connections with people and nature. So I left everything and moved where I really belonged. I have decided to give you my pride and hard work. The Faiyrose Farm It is located in a small town called Stardew Valley on the south coast. It is the perfect place to start a new life. This is my most precious gift and now it belongs to you. I know you'll make the family proud, my girl. Good luck. In love, grandfather
Stardew Valley
When I read this name of this place it called recollections. Memories as a child. Me and my brother on the farm of my grandfather. We played in the fields and fed the animals and in the evening we all sat in front of the fireplace everybody told stories about their day. He has bred fairy roses and always kept me one.
Oh, how much I loved it.
The last time was 9 years ago and back then there were already children. I guess they moved to the city. And the library! So many different books.
I jumped from one thought to the next. This city has shaped me, although I have only visited during holidays. It radiated a positive aura and so did its inhabitants.
I swam in a sea of old memories.
"I would be crazy if I accepted it." I whispered in the room, which is sparingly illuminated by my desk lamp and stare on the letter, which is still clasped by my hands.
A heavy silence filled the room. For this moment I did not hear anything, no cars, no traffic, no noisy neighbors. Nothing but my heartbeat.
I gathered my thoughts as far as I could, since it was already 12:12 pm and I had another working day in front of me tomorrow. I loosened my spasmodic handle from the paper, put it on my bedside table and took a last look at it.
A light sigh left my mouth.
With hundreds of memories and possibilities buzz in my mind, I slept firmly and deeply.
The ringing of my mobile phone tears me abruptly from sleep. I rubbed my eyes stretched my whole body so that the blanket moved and finally slid out of the bed.
I took my phone and wanted to turn off the alarm, but it wasn't my alarm clock. My boss is calling me.
Crap.
I threw a quick glance at the clock. I felt quite dizzy and I panicked. 10 am
"Shit shit shit" I cursed as I ran through the different rooms of my apartment.
I deliberately did not accept the call because I would only receive reminders and threats. I slipped fast into my jeans put a T-shirt on and stuffed everything inside my bag of a hurry. With a loud bang the door slammed shut and I whirled through the staircase.
Arrived at work, I was already expecting the feared scenario. My boss, annoyed and cold. Looks pierced me like knives and whispers enveloped my ears.
"I am so sorry. I ... ..am sorry .." I apologized while I was still gasping for air.
"That should not happen again, if the financing of your existence is important Miss Snow."
His tone was humiliating and pierced my eardrum.
The whisper grew louder and the looks seemed mocking. I strolled to my seat, let myself fall into my office chair and grabbed my documents. A piece of paper in my bag cut my finger.
"Ouch!"
Jerkily I pulled my hand back and licked the blood from the small wound. I pulled the 'guilty' paper out and felt my body slowly tense up. It is the letter. All the memories. Everything back in my mind.
"Where I really belonged .." I whispered to myself.
The day seemed to last forever. There was still so much work to be done and the orders did not stop. The boss hangs on my ass now. Crap. I know if I'm taking a wrong breath, I'm fucked.
1 pm. The workers gathered for lunch. When I entered the canteen I noticed how much hunger had accumulated in me. No breakfast and money I did not bring along. The people were on a regular basis to get "warm" food or what they call food. The cook screams at the assistants, who are terrified. The hall was filled with people who hoped for some free time but the break lasted only 15 minutes and then the routine started again. The muttering of my stomach brought me back to reality. To avoid further hunger, I left the canteen and continued my work. Hours passed and the screen light burned in my eyes.
End of working day. The same guy from yesterday stood in the same place, his black shoulder-length hair, which he pushed out of his face to start staring at me with his poisonous brown eyes. I quickly walked past him as I felt a wet grip on my wrist that pulled me back.
"Do you have plans for today, sweetie?" He whispered in my ear.
His warm breath touched my neck and his hand wandered farther and farther down. That was clearly too much. Perhaps it was also the hunger or the fatigue but my blood has started to boil and his playful laughter gave me the courage to finally do it.
I gathered all my strength and slapped him. His scream shook the whole building. And with a last glowering look, I turned around, into freedom.
When I arrived home it was already 7:44 pm. My grip turned back to the phone. I entered a number on a small yellow note.
It rang
"Good evening with whom am I speaking here?" A heart-warming polite greeting came to me on the telephone.
"Hi, I'm Dilara Snow. The grandson of .. "
When the name 'Snow' fell I was instantly interrupted by him.
"Yikes! May It be? Snow? What a pleasant surprise! Your grandfather and I were best friends! "
His joy gave me a smile. He seemed to have known my grandfather very well.
"Why are you calling me at this time?"
"So .. eh .. My grandfather left me the farm and .. I thought eh no .. I would like to move to Pelican Town."
"Oh Yoba! That's great news. So you want to bring the old farm back to life? "
"Looks like.."
"When would you like to move in?"
"Tomorrow morning, if that is not too hasty."
"Tomorrow morning?! You must hate it in the place of residence if you want to leave so quickly! "
"Yes .. I guess .. so .."
"Okay, young lady. Tomorrow morning it shall be. We should continue the conversation the next day from face to face. "
"Okay, good evening."
"Good evening."
beep
I held my phone for a while and went through the whole conversation in my head. My fingers stroked the handset and during a breathe I put it back. My legs led me into the bathroom. The mirror reflected a picture of me. My dark brown pony, which has to be shortened once again, summer shoots, which form a pattern on my pale skin, bony fingers, two big dimples, dark black eye rings under my green eyes which are bloodshed by the whole overwork and hustle and bustle. I looked terrible. Nevertheless, the smile in my face remained sealed like a lock.
Stardew Valley. This is my final destination?
The next morning, getting up and walking to work seemed so much easier than the whole time before. You could say that the birds sang with me and I flew instead of walking. In the corridor of my apartment stood already my dark red large suitcase which reaches me up to the thighs. It was packed with clothes, a photo album, and two bottles of wine. One for me and the other for the mayor of the city. All the stress seemed to be gone. I opened the entrance door to the Joja Market Office with a neat swing. I was 30 minutes late. My boss who wanted to pierce me with his eyes had no chance. He was so irritated by my positive appearance and has swallowed his own tongue. I packed my things in a box and felt his gaze on me.
He did not know what to do.
After I had finished cleaning my items from the desk and the shelf, I looked at him and asked what was going on.
He took a deep breath, like he would look for his swallowed tongue in his mouth.
"You're fired Miss Snow."
"I hope so, too," I said, smiling.
I flipped my hair from the chest so they hit my back and paved me a way out of the office into the corridor and then to the exit. I looked one last time into the round and into the invaluable face of my boss. His chin was already hanging up to his knees. Fantastic.
During the bus trip I stuck to the window pane and looked at the beautiful landscapes of this world.
I listened to a conversation between two older ladies.
"My brother was a small farmer and could hardly keep himself above water. The business in this industry is not really booming. Many go broke "
"That is terrible? What is he doing now? "
"He works for Joja-Market as secretary. His income is stable and not low. "
"Good for him."
This conversation was like a thunderstorm in my brain. I do not know about agriculture. What if I'm starving because I'm messing it up? What if I do not earn money or do not accept the people there?
All the thoughts that stopped me at first have crawled back and now gnaw at me like a wolf at his prey.
Crap.
The broad bus driver with his blue jacket and the baseball cap informed everyone on the bus that we have now arrived in Pelican Town.
"Oh, wait I need to get off. Thanks for the ride!"
He replies with a smile, closes the doors and finally drives through the tunnel.
There I am. With my suitcase at the bus stop and looked around me. The stop does not look really used. Everywhere trees and bushes. A small woodpecker clung to a spruce and chirped to himself. The calm overwhelmed me. No cars, not even the talk of people is heard.
It was as nice as scary.
My steps led me to two wooden arrows. The one shows to the right and is labeled "Town Square" and to the opposite direction "Farm". That must be the way! Motivated, I pull my suitcase behind me on this dirt road.
"Heeey wait!"
I turned around in surprise and saw a woman around the 45th. Her red horse-tail swayed back and forth while she ran, waving her hands in the air. She slowed her speed as I stood and waited for her.
"Phew .. that was really a workout! You're the new farmer here? Dilara? Oh at Yobas name! You have grown properly. The whole city is already talking about you. "
The whole city .. I do not know if this should be good or bad.
"I'm sorry, but I can not remember her." I replied with a nervous and embarrassed laugh.
"I'm Robin. The carpenter in this town. The one that made your little cottage on the farm habitable. Heh."
"Oh, nice to meet you Robin!"
"Do you want to see your hut? Mayor Lewis is waiting for us there."
With a slight nod we set off together. A man with a brown jumpsuit, a basque cap, and a well-groomed mustache looked around in this dense forest. His gaze turned, however, as he heard our footsteps.
"You must be Dilara. You've become a real lady!"
It was the same voice as on the phone yesterday. So warm and friendly.
"Ha ha, thank you," I replied nervously, because I can hardly remember these people.
"And how do you like it?" Robin asked while she represented the small hut with both arms. The cottage was small but they had that conscience nostalgic touch. The wood looked so nice and the windows were newly installed. The roof was also worked as the color of the bricks changed from strong red to pale brown. I had a big wide grin on my face, which was already an answer for both.
Lewis told me everything. He informed me about the area and gave me a note with 28 names of which were already 2 ticked off. Robin and Lewis.
"Sebastian and Maru are my two children. Both are enchanting."Robin added,
"You should visit me when you want to build something or expand your house. "
"Okay, I'll do! " I replied nodding with a smile.
They both went and left me alone with some used tools and parsnip seeds. I enjoyed the rest for a while and breathed deeply in and out.
This day was the strangest thing I've ever done.
It is 17 o'clock and the sun still gives off enough light. My hand wandered to the hoe and I sowed the ground. Stones and tall blades of grass were in the way.
Wow this place must be uninhabited for a long time. A pure jungle. Gently I dig small troughs into the sowed soil and put a seed in. I bury the hole with bare hands and irrigate it with the watering can.
"I hope my knowledge of video games and documentation is enough." I start to laugh nervous because of my statement.
The day approached to the end and I cleared my suitcase. The wine bottle for Lewis struck my eye.
"Damn, I forgot to give him the present!"
But my thoughts quickly quieted me. I'll just do it tomorrow when I'm walking around town. I slipped into my yellow t-shirt, which was much too big for me, took off my socks and went to bed. My fingers were running through my knotted hair until I finally fell asleep.
