Chapter 2: Farmer Klutz

Now, we back it up to the day before, with Chelsea's POV.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Chelsea asked Julia. Her best friend simply nodded her head, with that smile she gave everyone when she was too exhausted to even speak. "Make sure she turns in early tonight, okay Mirabelle?" said the farmer turning to the animal seller.

"Of course, honey," replied Mirabelle.

"Chelsea, don't worry about me, I'm fine. I promise," Said Julia from the doorway of her bedroom, "that if I get to tired, I'll go to bed, honest."

"I'll make sure she sticks to her word, Chelsea," piped up Mirabelle, coming out from behind the counter. She walked over to her daughter and started rubbing her shoulders. At this Julia seemed to loosen up a bit. Not much, but just a little.

"Okay, bye girls!" yelled Chelsea as she walked out the door.

Even though it was spring on the island, a chilly wind blew through her hair with a ghostly reminder or the past winter. She shivered and wrapped her red jacket tighter around her in order to stay warm.

It was almost 6:00 and the sun was almost completely hidden by the trees from the forest on the west side of the island. She once attempted to jump over the river since the bridge was out. All that got her was a cold, and a free excuse for Gannon to fix the damaged bridge. He refused to of course.

Turning right a Taro's House, she saw Elliot cleaning out the shipping bin.

"Chelsea! What are you doing out so late?" questioned Elliot, looking up from his work.

"Actually, I was on my way home. What about you?" countered Chelsea.

Oh, Natalie and I got in a fight. She has to do dishes for a week and I have to clean out the shipping bins around town."

"What was the fight about?"

"I don't even remember! It's funny how that works out, huh?"

"Yeah, it must not have been that important. Well, I'm going home. It's been a long day."

"Okay. Good night Chelsea!"

"Night, Elliot!" she called out waving back at the pink-haired boy. Positive she was going to get a good night sleep, she turned around, and went up the hill towards her farm.

As she reached the top of the hill, she could still see the outline of her turnips starting to pop out of the soil. Smiling to herself, she turned right and headed straight for her house.

Opening the door started her usual night routine: throw tools in chest, head to the bathroom, strip off clothes, toss them into dirty clothes hamper, miss, take a shower, finish, go to room, get dressed for bed, lay down, read for about half an hour, and pass out still holding the book.

This happened every night, and she wondered why she was not used to it.

That night, she dreamed of something completely other than ordinary, for her anyway.

Her baby…

Actually, she wasn't sure if this was her baby, but it was a baby, none the less. And she was rocking the sniffling child back and forth, hoping she would find slumber. Chelsea studied the baby's features, desperately trying to figure out who it belonged to.

The baby had light brown hair that went down to her ears in small ringlets. Chelsea assumed it was a girl because of the hot pink blanket that was wrapped around the now sleeping baby. Chelsea had seen when the child was awake, that she had purple eyes. NO, they were not purple, but the most beautiful shade of violet she'd ever seen. She placed her in a crib, and walked back to the living room to find her two best friends sitting on her couch.

"Hey, did you get her back to sleep?" piped up Natalie, who was farthest away from the farmer.

Without telling her mouth to move, Chelsea said "Yeah, she should be, she had a long day with her daddy. He really loves her, doesn't he?"

"Of course he does. If you think this wears her out, just wait until he gets her into basketball," Julia said.

"She knows that!" Natalie stated, giving Julia a poke in the ribs.

This poke is what woke Chelsea up from her strange dream. She cried out at the sharp pain in her side, and cringed away from the source of hurt. The pain soon evaporated. She got up from the bed to see where the sharp object came from. All she could find was the book she was reading when she fell asleep.

Groaning at her stupid habit, she looked at the alarm clock on her rickety nightstand.

5:43 a.m.

"Ug!" she groaned again. Waking up early is bad, but beating your alarm by 2 minutes is even worse in a way.

Getting up from her bed, she rubbed her eyes attempting to get the sleep out of them.

I need coffee, she thought.

After drinking her coffee, she went over to her closet.

One day I'll have a huge walk in closet, not including the shoes of course, I'll have a closet just for them!

She got dressed in her usual clothes- yellow tank top, red jacket, blue jean shorts, and her famous red bandanna- and started looking around for her boots. She looked in all her usual spots: under her bed, by the door and by the umbrella stand. Even though she seemed to have a place for everything, she could never find anything.

Finally, she found her boots. They were on the top shelf in her closet. This frustrated her very much because 1)she did not remember putting them up there, and 2) she was to short to get them down.

After climbing on several boxes, she could barely reach them. What her closet did not have in space, it made up for in height. Standing on her tipy-toes, she stretched her arm trying to grab her boots. She jumped a little on the box, her last desperate attempt to grab them. Securing them in her hand she came back down on the box, just a tad bit to hard. Boots still in hand, she felt herself falling backwards. She threw her arm out to catch the bar her clothes hung on. Unfortunately she managed to wrap her hand around the silver bar, but instead of it keeping her up, she brought it down.

Crashing to the ground, boots in tow, her clothes fell around her and on top of her. She held onto her red boots as if they were her life and clawed her way out of the colorful pile.

Shoving on her boots, she walked to the bathroom. Before she could get there, someone knocked on the door.

Glancing at her clock- it was now 6:00- she wondered who could be visiting her so early. When she had almost reached the door, she tripped and fell flat on her face.

"Ow!" she yelled. She quickly got up and looked around to see what she had tripped over. An umbrella. Little miss klutz strikes again. Lovely.

Rushing to the door, she yanked it open. With hair flying everywhere, she looked at her guest. She didn't know him, but his cowboy like appearance looked kind of hot. Even when he looked so appalled to see her.