Yay for a new story. I'm not sure who I want Chelsea to end up with so just message me and tell me your choice! Most overall voted will be the one she ends up with. Sounds simple enough.

Chapter One

My life was coming apart at the seams. Not that it surprised me or anything. I mean, I am being chased by blood thirsty monsters across the country by a man I am required to call step-father. Yeah, you heard me right. My own step dad is trying to kill me. I know what you're thinking. Ahem. "Why is your step father trying to kill you, Chelsea? He loves you doesn't he?" I nailed it right? Well, let me explain my situation.

My mom was never the smartest cookie in the bag when it came to picking the man of her dreams. The only good thing that came out of her first marriage was me and sometimes I wonder if it would even be that. She was an optimist when it came to love but I didn't buy into the whole damsel in distress thing she had going for her. What is it that made her think that acting all whiney and helpless would attract the man of her dreams? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm getting off topic.

Anyway, when my mom became pregnant with her deranged second husband's baby, I knew something was going to go wrong. Turns out I have amazing instinct. My mom died one night from complications to being pregnant and what do we have to show for it? A screaming, tantrum throwing four year old living God knows where because his dad is a piece of crap who didn't even want him in the first place and put him up for adoption as soon as my mother was out of his hair.

I know, I haven't explained the whole 'My step papa is wanting to kill me' thing but I'm getting there. Don't get your panties in a twist. After my mom's funeral, I figured out about the money. Not like a few thousand dollars of inheritance, but try forty-five million dollars. Money my step dad not only knew about but wanted. It was something he was willing to kill for. Guess who just so happened to be in his way. Moi.

Now I'm moving to some deserted island in the middle of the ocean just so I can be 'safe'. Safe my ass. I knew, come hell or high water, that he was going to find me. There wasn't a hiding spot hidden enough to hide from him forever. That I knew damn well. Anyway, it's some island called Sunny Island. Supposedly a good a decent place to stay, but it only had one thing lacking. A farmer. Guess who gets to play the part. I don't think I have to say it for you to know the answer.

Well, enough back story. Let's get on with the story. As soon as I saw land, I swear I almost had a stroke. The whole boat ride over here had put me on edge. I never did well on anything that didn't stay on solid ground. I clutched at the handrail frantically as the ship wobbled and swayed up to the dock. Finally, praise the Goddess, the boat became still and I got the hell out of there. I sprinted down the ramp and collapsed to my knees in the sand. I have never been this happy to be on land. I had to refrain from from bending over and kissing it because I was already attracting stares and making a scene. I stand up quickly and about have a heart attack as a small, balding man magically appears in front of me.

I clutch at my pounding heart, breathing hard. "Goddess, you scared me."

The old man didn't look sympathetic at all. In fact, he looked extremely pissed off. "Come with me." he sneered as he grasped my bag and yanked me by the back of the shirt behind him.

I gasped and staggered after the psycho. Who the hell was this old man and why was he dragging me? Another important question, I wonder if you rubbed his bald head would it bring you good luck? I need all the luck I could get right about now.

We made it to some sort of... shack thing and he opened the door quickly, shoved me in butt first, and slammed the door behind him. That's when it got freaky. He started to circle me like the police do to intimidate possible suspects. The room was pitch black except for the one bright light he held in his hand and was currently burning my retinas. Then, the lights flicked on. I think the old man could have easily killed me by a simple swipe then. What I saw around me shocked me into silence. Well, even more silence then I was already experiencing.

Smiling faces in pictures stared at me. Food was shimmering on the stove in the kitchen. A young girl with bright pink hair stood by a bookshelf and a boy who could be her brother paced the floor next to a stack of boxes. A woman who I'm going to assume for all intensive purposes is their mother stood by the table, not three feet from me and she was smiling at me. I swiveled my eyes between the four strange people for a few moments before she woman sighed and shook her head.

"Father, you scared the poor child. When are you going to grasp that you are never going to be a cop nor are you cut out for it. You're such an old softy."

The old man sighed. "Why can't I just live out my dream for two seconds without someone ruining it?" he whined, suddenly seeming as harmless as a baby kitten.

He turned his gaze back to me and glared. "Get to your feet. Dust yourself off. Look at you, you're a mess."

I opened my mouth to say it was his fault but I closed it again when his glared intensified. I got to my feet slowly and dusted a fine coating of ancient dirt from my ass. Haven't they ever heard of sweeping?

He nodded tersely at me as I stood before him. He looked me over before sighing in disgust. "You want to be a farmer? Please, you aren't cut out to be a farmer. Skinny arms, no muscle tone." he waved my arm lifelessly before I tensed up and yanked it back to my side.

"I don't want to do shit, but this is a matter of life and death so I'm willing to do anything it takes." I spit out between clenched teeth, becoming extremely irritated at the current situation.

The old man shrugged. "Oh well. I am Taro and this is my daughter Felicia and these are her children, Natalie and Elliot. We are the only ones who can know you're true identity and why you are here, understood?"

I nodded shortly and Taro tapped his cane loudly on the side of the chair. "Now, come with me. I'll show you to your house."

I struggled to keep up with him as he practically sprinted up the path. After almost face planting a couple of times due to the fact that I couldn't see my feet because of my giant bag I was carrying, I was sick and tired of all of this. Taro stopped abruptly, causing me to almost barrel over him. He glared at me as I backed up and let my bag fall to the ground.

"This is your home. That's your farm. Name it what you will. Tools that you will need are in the tool box just inside your door. If something isn't up to your standards then tell Gannon to fix it and he will." and with that he left.

"Crazy locals." I breathed, half in fascination half in annoyance. I hoisted my bag over my shoulder and pushed my way through the door.

The room was awful to say the least. Cob webs hung from the ceiling and dust covered everything. One of the windows were broken out and there was a substantial sized hole in the roof. What I thought to be an ancient kitchen lined one of the walls and a broken bed sat against another. I walked over to flip on the light switch and all I heard was a snap before it sparked with a huge pop. I screeched and ducked for cover. My house was trying to kill me. Willing my racing heart to slow, I lit a candle just as I heard something fall on the opposite side of the room. I turned around quickly, spotting a little boy and girl standing there. Any chance of slowing my heart was shot to hell.

I couldn't will my mouth to open and form any words and the children disappeared out the door. Oh, my Goddess. This place was haunted.

So, kinda strange start. Leave me a review and tell me if you think this could go anywhere. Toodles for now. :)