Me: Hey people! Alright, so, this is my first fanfic ever! Yay! Please be gentle, I'm not the greatest writer. I don't own Harvest Moon. I do however own your soul.

It was a warm, clear day on Sunny Island. The date was Spring 29th. Chelsea, as always, was hard at work on her farm. She was harvesting her turnips, humming a little tune as she did so. Today was her first crop festival as a farmer! She couldn't wait. She had been putting so much energy and time into growing her crops. She really hoped she'd win! But more importantly, that her effort would please the other islanders…

You see, the other islanders always thought Chelsea was slacking. They kept telling her, "Why are you slacking off? You should be at work!" or "You need to put more effort into your work." Chelsea was already trying as hard as she could. With her tiny supply of energy and her inexperience as a farmer, it was outstanding that she had gotten as far as she had! She already had her first chicken, named Clucky. She'd grown a few harvests of turnips. She had to run around everywhere to give everyone on the island gifts! She worked from 6am to 6pm! How anyone could say she wasn't working hard enough would always be a mystery to Chelsea.

Ah, well. She had to think positive. Surely she had a chance of winning. Maybe her friends would be happy for her! She could imagine Julia congratualating her, Natalie giving her a high five…she wanted everyone's approval so bad. Maybe even Vaughn would smile at her victory….she really liked Vaughn. He never bothered her about not working hard enough, and he was always nice, in his own way.

Chelsea checked her watch, still in a bit of a daze. When she saw the time, she nearly jumped 3 feet in the air. "I'm gonna be late!" she yelled, hurriedly shoving the turnips in her rucksack and running towards the meadow.

At 10:10, she arrived at the meadow, where she was "greeted" by Taro, who considered to be himself the "mayor" of the island.

"You're late, Chelsea! Slacking off as usual, I assume. Don't you kids these days know your manners? It's rude to show up late!" Taro yelled.

Chelsea winced. Her day did not have a good start. "I'm sorry, Taro. I was finishing up some farm chores and lost track of time."

"Bah, excuses, excuses. Anyway, let me see your entry." Taro demanded.

Chelsea sighed, a bit aggravated now, and pulled her best turnip out of her rucksack. "Here. What do you think?"

Taro snatched it from her, staring intensely at it, as if he was inspecting it for any flaws whatsoever. "Hmm…it's…acceptable. But it has to be the best! You have to win, to show all those other towns who's boss!"

Well, at least he didn't insult it. "Yeah, yeah." Chelsea said, taking her turnip back, and walking up to Felicia.

"Ah. Good morning, dear! I was wondering when you'd show up." Felicia welcomed her. "Do you have an entry?"

"Yeah, I do. Here." Chelsea said, smiling, handing the turnip to her.

Felicia carefully took the turnip from her. "Your first ever crop festival! I bet you're excited. I have to judge everyone fairly, but I hope you win!" She said encouragingly to Chelsea.

Chelsea smiled warmly. "Thanks, Felicia."

Felicia smiled back. 'Shall we start the judging?"

Chelsea and the other contestants stood nervously. They were about to announce the winner of the crop festival. Chelsea offered a quick prayer to the goddess. This was really important to her.

Felicia walked up to the podium. "Alright everyone, the results are in!" she announced. "Our winner is…."

Alright, that's the first chappy! What do you think?