Disclaimer: I do not own this beautiful game. I may own a copy, but that's a totally different story. D: Maybe I should make up my own game so I don't have to write a friggin Disclaimer.

Oh well. On with the story!

It was just another boring day in Waffle Town.

The air was calm, and there wasn't a soul in sight. The wind blew through the trees lightly, bringing in a calm that nobody could have really felt. Inside every shop was a worker, eagerly waiting to serve whoever would dare to step inside. But, there was one person who obviously knew they were all fooling themselves.

Yes, there was one person who saw that every person had an oven and a certain book. And that person was the person who also saw that the income was stable and quiet. It was the ideal community that needed little change, if any at all. There was perfect income and plenty of business. The community was perfect at least, and he didn't even know how to describe it at its best.

Everybody had a partner, there was an even amount of eligible residence, making an optimum selection for children, without leaving out any odd person.

Every aspect of every inch, every spec of dirt, down to the last molecule, was cataloged carefully by this one man. His name was Gill, and he wasn't up for change, of any kind.

Unfortunately, change was eminent.

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'Just another perfect day in Waffle Town.' Gill thought to himself, checking through his paperwork at the town hall. He was almost happy enough to hum, but... humming was just a distraction to everyone around him, not to mention it was often out of tune if you couldn't do it right. And he wasn't a good singer either. Nobody wanted to hear him sing, he knew better than that. He was a terrible singer, off tune and everything, and he didn't even have the need to sing or hum in the first place. Doing his paperwork and just feeling happy was fine enough for him. He was perfect as he was now, it wasn't like he was going to change just to become imperfect. What kind of person would do that?

It was midday, Spring 8th. Gill always knew the date. It was improper not to. And he always had the time on him. One of his biggest pet peeves was when people didn't even know the date. It marked the date of the day you were living in! How could you not know!? What if everybody just dropped their senses and didn't know the date? What then? Gill knew. The world would become chaos, that was what would happen. And the worst thing was, his father was the person who asked for the date most often. He hated it when people asked for the time as well. Hello? That was what watches were for, and you could even estimate on the position of the sun if you were too lazy to get a decent job and therefore a decent watch.

Gill checked off the last of his paperwork and leaned back in his chair, done for the entire day, maybe even the entire week if business kept going like it was. There was a steady stream of income, and everyone was perfectly happy. What else could Gill have wished for?

'Well... I could wish for it to stay like this... forever.' Gill thought, 'But wishes are silly. Nobody would hear me anyway, and if I want it to stay this way, I'll have to do it myself.'

Gill brushed off his vest even though it was still perfectly cleaned and ironed and softly touched his hair, so it stayed in place. He stood up and gave a sort of... half smile. It wasn't really a smile, but, at least he was happy. He just wasn't a smiley guy. Perhaps it was just his demeanor? Both of his parents had been relatively smiley people. His mother had died long ago, but she'd died happy. And his father... well... he was just a little too enthusiastic about everything. The man was much too passionate, and often said things that could've ruined him if he'd said it in front of other company. But, that was what sons were for.

"Elli, I'm going for a walk." Gill said, putting the final bits of paperwork from the day in the correct order and then filing them, very neatly. He just couldn't stand it when people put files in the cabinet the wrong way. It made it that much more difficult for everybody to work, and find anything. And speak of the devil, there was a file put in backwards, right in front of his eyes. Gill frowned and pulled it out, about to slip it back in before he read the title.

"Angela Striegel's Records?" Gill read aloud, looking back at Elli as she sat at the desk.

Elli looked a little embarrassed, but stood up. "Something wrong, sir?" Elli questioned.

"Yes, I don't believe there's anybody by the name of Angela Striegel, let alone a plain Angela, or even an Angie in this town. Why are these records here?" Gill questioned. He was going to get to the bottom of this, even if it took all day. Hopefully it wouldn't. He'd done this many times. Elli already knew how mad Gill got when Elli had approved permission to import silkworms, of all the silly creatures, onto the island. But a person was a whole different story.

"Well..." Elli said, struggling to find a way to put the news.

"Come on, come on, out with it." Gill said, pushing and pushing. He was a no nonsense guy. He wouldn't take stuttered words, and hesitation was just out of of the question. If something was going to be said to Gill, it was going to be said right, or ignored completely.

Elli opened her mouth as if to speak, but suddenly the door opened, causing both Elli and Gill to turn their heads.

At first, Gill thought it was Anissa. He saw the brown hair from the door and made an assumption that it was probably to pick up her family's form to import more seeds, which had been approved already. But, when the light from the sun failed to distort his vision, it was obviously apparent that this wasn't Anissa. She had short hair, very ugly, cropped short hair. And her facial construction was nothing to brag about. Medium cheek bones... She looked a bit too cheery in his opinion. And her eyes... ugh. Her eyes were the worst color of brown. She was like a walking train wreck. She needed facial reconstruction, stat. And Gill had always preferred a nice violet or blue color for eyes. He just couldn't stand looking into someone's eyes and immediately thinking he was staring into a toilet bowl.

Gill looked her over once or twice. Her body wasn't anything special either. She was awfully skinny, little fat content, but almost no muscle. She looked like a pole, and she had little to offer in her front or back departments. And her fashion sense... awful, just awful. They weren't her colors, he doubted they would look good on anybody. She looked like a mutt. She didn't really belong anywhere but the place that would actually take her.

"What..." Gill finally said. He didn't know where to start. Her toilet eyes, her badly cut hair, or maybe her horrible fashion sense? The possibilities were endless.

"Are you doing here?" Gill questioned finally, crossing his arms. It was apparent that she was an unwelcome guest. Gill always got his way, so, she would be gone soon. She wasn't visually pleasing, but, maybe he'd give her a chance to stay. If she actually spoke well then it might get her some brownie points.

The girl looked at Gill and smiled. "Well hey, you." The girl said, "My name's Angela, and I'll be takin' the farm over yonder." Angela said, pointing in the direction of her home.

Gill was dumbfounded. Her voice was high, and squeaky. It sounded like ten un-tuned violins playing together all at once. It was hell to listen to, and the accent was terrible. Not to mention the grammar. He didn't even want to start on the grammar. Gill smirked, his eye twitching.

"Oh yeah? Since when?" Gill asked. He knew it wasn't polite to not ask a guest some questions, no matter if they didn't think it was a temporary visit or not. And from what Gill had gathered, this girl had to go, as soon as possible.

"Oh.. Well, I was walkin' down the street of my town, thinkin', 'What am I gonna do with my life?' When all of a sudden the answer comes to me outta the blue.' Angela said with a laugh.

Gill wanted to gag. And the laugh, the laugh was the worst. He didn't even know why Elli was smiling at the girl. She seemed to somehow enjoy the torture that the girl brought into a room. Well, at least he couldn't smell her. But, if she was planning on being a farmer, he was guessing he'd be able to soon enough. He was already formulating a plan to kick her out. Gill couldn't stand anything about her. And the worst part was that she was still talking.

"It hits me in the face, BAM! I wipe it off my face, and then I bend down to pick it up, and it says that there's a farm open on this quaint little island." Angela laughed again, making Gill's face whiten. "It said to talk to the mayor. So, I called the number it said and a man picks up an' he says, "What can I do for you?" an it was just a funny way of sayin' it so I laugh and say that I want the farm an he said that he would sell it to me for a small fee of 5000 pieces an I said, 'Only 5000 pieces, well I'll be a sun of a gun!' and now I'm here ready to take over the yonder farm, got my bag here an everything."

If there was one thing the girl could do, it was talk. Gill wanted to stick a pacifier in her mouth to make her shut up.

"I'm sorry." Gill said frankly, "The farm's already been taken. Maybe you were mistaken by the mayor, but there is no farm to take."

Gill smiled inwardly and watched the girl's reaction. First it was a sort of shock, followed by a calculating look, and that was followed by a look of disappointment. She looked like a sad puppy, wanting a home.

"I'm sorry for any inconvenience it may have caused you, I see you've got your bag and everything. I would recommend the Inn for the night. They have a very nice atmosphere and very comfortable bedding. They even have shower facilities... I suggest you use them." Gill said.

Yes, Gill knew full well that the farm was wide open. But really, the girl was as skinny as a pole, and about as literate as his shoe. Why would he give it to her?

"But... I don't have anywhere to go on back to." Angela said, looking from Gill to Elli, "And I only brought the 5000 pieces with me."

"That-"

"You can stay with me!" Elli blurted out suddenly, talking over Gill.

Gill hated that. He didn't like it when people talked over him, it was just another one of his many pet peeves. And offering to shelter that pig in human skin? Ugh. He didn't know if Elli was a saint or had a death wish. Really, did she plan to take in such a person? A walking disaster was going to live in their town, living off of Elli's salary? Now he knew something wasn't right.

"You don't have enough money to shelter i- her." Gill said, catching his mistake to catch Angela smiling at him. He gave somewhat of a sarcastic half smile before looking at Elli again.

"It's alright, I can take on another job. And if that doesn't work, I'm sure Angela wouldn't mind grabbing a few part time jobs here and there." Elli said with a smile towards the girl.

"No problem!" Angela said to Elli, "Thank you so much! Honey, I think you're the nicest person I've ever met in my whole entire life 'cause nobody else has ever been this nice to me not even any of my family or relatives and I think it's just so nice what you're doin' for me I'm just so amazed you can be so nice to me even though I just moved in without much money to my name at all and even though I'm a little disappointed I couldn't get the farm I'm plenty happy to bunk in with you I mean this place just seems so nice and stuff." Angela said with a laugh.

Gill put his head in his hands and massaged his temples. This... was going to be a looooooong week. Because, of course, a week was all it would take to have her running out with her tail between her legs.

Well, that's it for the first Chapter. I won't get to update until Sunday, but for now, enjoy! :D