I love Harvest Moon games, so I just couldn't not write this story. I originally had Claire named Akira before I figured out her real name, so sorry if it pops up accidently in the story. And just so you know, this is center on Claire and the Doctor, but I tend to pair up as many characters as possible - so really, this fic is about the whole town!
Most dialogue taken straight from the game-I'm just fleshing out the inner workings of Claire.
Disclaimer: I doth dis/the claiming of this/a story I wrote/tho characters I don't
"I'm home!"
Silence was the only thing that greeted me from my tiny, one room apartment. Silence, and the door slamming shut behind me. I live alone, so of course no one would answer. Why did I do this everyday? It was the same thing, no matter what. Over and over, ordinary day after ordinary day. Get up in the morning, go to work as usual, leave work, go eat, go home, go to sleep. Everyday. The same pattern.
The monotony was almost suffocating.
Wasn't there something exciting in this world?
...I guess not.
Well, I have to work tomorrow - heaven forbid I have an original thought and smash the monotony to bits. I rolled my eyes, disgusted with my own cowardess, and sighed to the thin air before me. I dropped my purse by the door, not bothering to be tidy. First thing on my agenda: Shower. No, not a shower - a long, hot, bubble bath. My one and only indulgence in a thoroughly mundane, slavery like lifestyle. Emerging after my last girlish refuge, I gave myself a loathing look and collapsed onto my small sofa. Continuing said slavery to my own self induced routine, I pulled out the paper. At least it didn't say the same thing everyday.
"Well, what's going on in the world this week?" I flipped through the pages half heartedly, not really expecting to take an interest in anything. So, when an ad caught my eye, I was surprised at myself. "Huh? What's this...?"
"Would you like to enjoy a peaceful and refreshing farm life? For more
information, call..."
"A farm, huh?" I ran the idea through my head, trying to imagine myself as a farmer. It definitely seemed like a more interesting life than the one I currently claimed to have. I imagined animals - cows, horses, chickens, sheep, dogs. I imagined green fields full of fruit. I imagined myself, lying in the lush grass, watching the clouds - clouds I never saw between the skyscrapers and the fog here. Suddenly, I realized I was excited. "This is it!"
I'd never had a taste for the country. I considered myself a born and bred city girl, but after the day I'd been living for the past eight months, I was ready to consider anything. Fresh air, leafy trees, new faces - the same ones everyday instead of meeting strangers in the cubicle across from you - and a place to call home, not to grudgingly pay rent for every month.
I practically ran across the room to the phone and slammed the numbers down. "Hello? Is this MT Realtors? I'm calling about the farm..."