Chapter 1- Angela POV
*Yes, I thought it would be in my interest, as well as the rest of the worlds, to make the very depressing announcement that proclaims that I do not own anything. So here I go. I OWN NOTHING! Happy? I thought you would be. I'm going to stop wasting your time and start the story now :) *
I stepped out of the car. This would probably be the last time I ever saw one. Not that I cared or anything, I was purposely leaving it behind. My boyfriend, failed careers, they're all behind me now.
It only took one look at the empty plot in front of me to know I was at home. Only one thing was missing. The house. My flippin house was nowhere to be seen. I lifted the map to my face. I screamed. "Caramel River District? CARAMEL RIVER DISTRICT? There's no Caramel River District in Forget-Me-Not-Valley!" I yelled. Where's my chauffer? Long gone with my cell phone of course! I'll just have to sort this out at town hall, wherever that may be, of course.
So 7 hours and 15 miles later, I found myself at the town hall talking to some old pervert named Hamilton.
"So, Angela, is it? While we can't quite get a hold of Forget-Me-Not-Valley, we can provide a temporary house for you, but you will be living with one of the locals. That fine by you?" Hamilton said curling his hair. I nodded, of course it was fine. Turn down free food and shelter? Why would I do that?
Now being the pervert he is, Hamilton grabbed my hand, kissed it, and brought me out to the town square. " Because of my er, age, laziness and concern for your sociality, I'm letting you out into the town by yourself. Talk to the locals and find yourself a temporary home, kay?" He rushed out without necessarily wanting a reply. I could tell by the way he shoved me down the steps saying good night. " Uhh… Bye then Hamilton." I said. As of right now, I'm homeless.
Great
Great
Great
Did I say great? Wonderful even?
Yeah well as I said earlier I'm homeless and I'm not going to become a stalker, so to the nearest tree I go.
And I walked, and I walked looking for a comfortable spot. There, that looks like a good one. I made my way over to it only to find it was already occupied. This town is full of hobos and perverts I guess. What a place to get lost in.
"Hey, punk get away from my tree." A voice came from behind the tree.
"Excuse me, sir? Your tree? This tree belongs to the town! I'm lost, I've had a long day, why can't I sleep here?" I said. The man pushed up his hat, revealing his blue eyes and piece of wheat in his mouth. He pointed over to a sign: Fishery. " See that, Missy, F-I-S-H-E-R-Y. My name's Toby, and I happen to live here. Now that you know me, I better get to know you, sit down and I might possibly lend you a bed in our guest room." He said with a smirk. I shook back, a little bit offended. Who is this… Toby?