Hi, so I decided to make another story. I'm hoping this will last a bit longer, seeing as I have a whole 3 months to writing free (Yay summer break!) And I also have a sunburn, and that totally makes me not want to go outside, so I figure I'll be lazy for a week or so after my sunburn is gone.

If you have any suggestions, tell me, I appreciate them since I'm not that idea-generic. Like, they don't just pop up into my head like I wish they did.

By the way, W= Winter, S= Spring. And this story isn't really a diary-ish one, it's just that way for the 1st chapter or whatever.

Rated T. Chelsea/Vaughn/Denny. HM: IoH.

Find Your Love, a Harvest Moon fanfic.

She didn't want to move to Sunny Island, or get a new life, or find someone she really liked. But it happened anyway. Destiny doesn't always go the way the want it to. But you might even find something you like in it. Chelsea/Vaughn/Denny.

Dear Diary, (Monday, W. 25)

'Do I really want to go through with this?' No, of course not. Who would want to go through this? Definitely not me. That's the only thing I'm sure of.

Screw all this shit about it being "good for me." I honestly don't care a damn about the whole role of playing a rancher. I'm a city girl, not some hick chick who loves petting cows and watering plants every single day. Besides, I have everything I want in the city. There's my friends, my parents, my job, my boyfriend, Mike.

I know Claire and Jack went out to be farmer dudes, but that doesn't mean I want to. Sometimes I hate my parents. They think they know everything about what I want to be, but now.

Telling me I should be a farmer was an automatic -100 points for them.

Dear Diary, (Sunday, S. 1)

Yeah, so I'm standing here, on a boat in a room. I've got $500 from my parents and my bag of stuff I wanted to bring- diary, clothes, things like that. I dump my bag on the ground and collapse on my bed.

The beds aren't even comfortable.

I'm trying hard not to remind myself that I'm going to suck and fail at whatever ranchers do. 'Maintain a good, positive attitude' this and 'Never bring yourself down' that.

But it's too difficult.

Okay, consider yourself in this situation. You are being sent in from the city to go make plants and milk cows and all that shizz. Now add that you caught your boyfriend of 9 months in bed with another girl.

Say that "girl" was one of your closest friends.

Oh well. Why am I mad at him for doing it? I slept with plenty of guys during the months I was dating him.

… Okay. Awkward silence. Just kidding.

But seriously, I don't understand people. Why can't I just stay in one place, have the best friends- heck, best LIFE- in the world, and be able to do nothing because everyone else thought I was totally awesome and did everything for me? That'd be the ultimate fairytale.

Well, at least for me. But things are different for me. I have to go miles away from my home town (or city… whichever one you prefer) to work on some farm at a place called… what was it called? Oh, yeah, that's right, Rosebud Island. Yep, I'm serious. Pretty freaking serious.

Okay, I'm done with this thing. I don't even know why I'm writing in this. Peace.

I slammed the front of her diary slut and fell back on to the bed. Seriously? They thought I'd have a good time at this? These days were gonna be hell. I can tell already.

I bolted upright as a screeching noise came from above the cabin bed. "Chelsea?" The intercom called, pausing for a few seconds. There was heavy breathing on the other line for a few moments, as if the speaker had been running a minute ago. "There's a phone call for you on line 12."

Yep. I'm the only one of this stupid boat. Great, right?

With a grunt, I grabbed the edges of the bed and pulled myself up to grab the black cheap-looking phone on the bedside. "Hell…o?" I muttered, hoping to be told I should come back immediately and forget about the whole thing.

But nope. Not a chance with this girl.

"Chelsea?" Angela's voice floated into my air, and I scrunched up my nose. Just the voice I wanted to hear. My little sister's.

"No, it's Elmo."

"Seriously?"

. Angela was so freaking dumb sometimes. Or at least she acted like it most of the time. Angela was 10 years old, the youngest of the family. Jack was the oldest, Claire the second, I'm the third. Jack is married to a girl named Karen, who hates me for a reason unknown, but I don't like her either. I mean, seriously, she's sorta pretty, with her blond bangs and brown hair and pretty green eyes, but she's sort of an alcoholic. I guess it's not as bad as some people's, but she always puts alcohol in her dishes for the Mineral Town cooking festival thing they do. The whole family always goes, and one time, I had to taste Karen's dish. Not a pretty sight there. I thought I was dead for a week.

And Claire used to own a Ranch at a farm I forgot it's name of, but one time when she spent the Summer at Jack's farm (this was when Karen was only dating Jack, not married yet and living together), she met Kai and got married to him the next Summer, and now travels with him, so I don't ever get to see her unless she comes and visits us. She says that a lot of girls like Kai, and he always flirts with them, but he doesn't really mean it. But, of course, whenever she says this, she doesn't look so sure.

Um… back to the phone call. Sorry, got a little off track there.

"Yes, totally. What do you want?" I hissed, somewhat annoyed at who had been on the other line.

I could hear Angie suck in air loudly, as if she was hurt. I rolled my eyes. What a faker.

"No…nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice before you get off and lose connection… because I'm that great of a sis…sis…sister," she said dramatically, sniffling.

"Yeah, if a "great sister" means spying on me and Mike like only every single day. So uncalled for. And don't even pretend like you don't even know what I'm talking about, cause I know you do. Now, I have to go, I don't want to talk to you, so, I'm hanging up now. Bye." I put the phone back on its receiver and lay back on the bed again to close my eyes and gather my thoughts.

If I could describe my perfect day ever, it would totally not be this. Not in a million one hundred fifty years. Maybe in a million, one hundred, and fifty one years but not right now it isn't.

Okay, let me get this straight. First I'm being sent off to work at a farm. Now I get woken up in the middle of night by flashes of lightning and stupid thunder.

What. The. Hell. This is totally not turning out to be my day.

The captain was trying to say something on the radio, but I couldn't understand what he was trying to say because the noise of the thunder drained it out. Something about a baboon. I think.

I reached for the light to turn it on, and for a second it flashed on, then suddenly went out again. Damn. Power outage.

Did I mention I hate today?

I know what you are thinking: Yeah, only about 50 times.

But seriously, I do.

Suddenly, the sailor who had called himself Emerson earlier that day came to my room. "Ma'am, we've got a problem. We need all passengers-" Pftt. I am "all the passengers". I'm the only one. "- To report to the safety boats immediately. Follow me, ma'am."

I have a name, believe it or not. Yes. It's Chelsea. Easy enough, you don't think? Two syllables, seven letters.

But I followed him anyhow.

Only I never made it.

Because suddenly, my world went black.