Chapter 1
The Simple Life
Note: Paris and Nicole aren't in this story or even this chapter. I just couldn't come up with a different name for the chapter.
The sun rose above the small and quaint town of Maple Village. The morning dew stuck to the early spring grass. The beautiful Moon Mountain in the background of the town. Just near the mountain, about a mile away, was a farm. Various plants such as turnips, potatoes, and cabbage grew in the fields. Cows and sheep lay in part of the field that was covered in grass. Chickens quietly scratched around the entire area of the farm. Near the house where the owner lived was a doghouse. The young dog slept just outside of the doghouse. A rooster fluttered onto the top of the doghouse and let out a loud wake up call. It was for the owner, Jack, to wake up. The dog awoke from its slumber and jumped at the rooster that was perched atop the doghouse. The rooster let out a loud squawk and rushed off, the dog in pursuit. In a few moments afterwards several large crashes came from inside the house. Jack then emerged from the house. He was a young man, about 17. He wore a blue hat with a red bill backwards on his head. He had on dirty blue jeans, that were splattered from mud, from the previous day. His yellow shirt was also splattered with several small patches of mud.
He let out a long yawn, and slowly made his way to the nearby mailbox. He was expecting to get something today. He opened the mailbox to find a brown package. He took it out and looked it over. He ripped the package open to reveal a shiny golden sickle blade. He had finally gotten around to ordering it after his silver one had broken. The garden was starting to get a little weedy, and he hated having to pluck the weeds with his hands. He preferred to just cut them. He walked back to the side of his house where his tools were laying. He looked at the several tools before him: two golden headed hammers, one was at least four times bigger then the other, a silver hoe (The gardening tool, not the women that you have sex with. Perverts.), a green watering can, a golden axe, and finally a stick. Jack sat down on the ground and grabbed the stick and the smaller hammer. He put the bottom of the stick into the hole in the sickle blade. He then began to hammer at the sickle and stick. Several minutes later he picked the sickle back up, stood up, and gave it a few good swings.
"Perfect." Jack said in a slight yawn. He placed the sickle back down next to the other tools and left to start on his other morning chores. Over the period of the day, Jack, fed the animals, milked the cows, harvested several eggs and fresh cabbages, turnips, and potatoes. It was now getting near dusk and Jack still had not gotten around to the cutting of the weeds. He picked his sickle up from the side of his house and walked to the fields. He began to slash away at the weeds. As he hacked at the weeds the sickle head came flying off. It flew off and got stuck on the single tree that was on Jack's property. Jack looked at the sickle head in the tree.
"Son of a bitch!" Jack yelled. He walked to the tree and looked at the blade in the tree once again. He then began smashing the stick against the sickle blade. The blade eventually fell off after Jack's bashing. It was now dark outside. Jack picked up the sickle blade and began his walk back to the house. He tossed the blade and the stick next to the other tools. He then began to open the door to his cozy little house, and then abruptly stopped. He had noticed what appeared to be a comet flying through the sky. But the comet was blue for some reason. He watched as the comet appeared to be getting closer and closer. He then realized that the comet was headed for his field. Jack watched as the comet smashed into the field where Jack had been just hours ago.
Jack quickly picked up his hammer, and made a mad dash to where the comet had hit. Minutes later he was near the spot. He readied his hammer. He didn't quite know what he brought the hammer with him for. It was probably just a meteor that fell down to the earth. He approached the small crater that the comet had made. Smoke was rising up from the crater. Jack peered over the edge of the crater to see something that astonished him.
"Damn." Was the only words that Jack could find to say. The view that he was beholding at that moment was unexplainable. Or to him at least...
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter in my new fanfic:) I know it was a little slow, and some what boring, but it'll get better soon, trust me. Keep reading, and please review.