La la la la la la la la la la. Second chapter.

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I stared up at the huge boat that I was about to be taking.

I was standing on the dock, right beside the boat. And that thing was huge. How long did it take to get there? Enough for there to be this big of a boat?

Soon, a man walked out of the boat. He had a pipe in his hand, a white hat, white gloves, black boots, a white shirt and pants with a blue jacket. He had white hair and thick white eyebrows. I turned my attention to him, and he bowed slightly. I raised an eyebrow and hesitantly bowed back.

"Hello," He greeted. "My name is Pascal. And you must be Shalin?"

I nodded and held out a hand. "Yep, that's me. Nice to meet you," I replied.

He grabbed my hand and shook it roughly, smiling. "Well, it's nice to meet you, too. I'm the sailor of this boat."

I nodded. "How far away is Waffle Island, anyways?" I asked.

He shrugged lightly. "About two days. But it goes by fast."

I nodded, but mentally I was screaming. It better go by fast . . .

"Well, we had better get going," Pascal nodded to my mom and I. "You can say your final goodbyes; I'll be on the boat. Just come up when you're ready." And with that, he boarded the boat.

I turned to my mom, put my bags down and gave her a hug. Once we detached, we started saying out goodbyes.

"You remember what I told you, right?" My mom asked.

I nodded. "Yep."

"Respect everybody on that island."

I nodded.

"But don't get too attached with somebody, you won't be staying there forever like your father will be. But please, try to make some friends."

I nodded.

"Try to enjoy yourself," She smiled, leaning in to kiss my forehead. I nodded and smiled, picking up my bags and running onto the boat. I waved to her.

"I'll try."

And then the boat started to move.

I sighed, sitting on a chair inside my room. The chair was in front of my dresser, which my elbow was resting on, and my chin was resting on the palm of my hand in boredom.

This wasn't going by fast.

I opened my suit case with my supplies in it. I took out a pen, and my diary that I had snuck in there. Nobody, not even my family knew I had this diary. And I planned to keep it that way.

I opened my diary and began to write in it.

Dear diary,

I'm leaving for Waffle Island today. Well, I'm on the boat right now. I'm in my room, so don't worry. You won't be discovered. The sailor of the boats name is Pascal. He seems nice, but he bowed when he first met me. Is that normal? Does everybody do that?

Waffle Island. Now that I think about it, what kind of name is that? Dad owns a ranch in a place called Caramel River District, which is also where I'll be ranching. What is it with that island and food?

Mom said not to get too attached to somebody. What does she think I'm going to do, fall in love? I'm sure nobody there is that hot. That island seems odd. But I still wonder what the people there will be like. Dad says they are my age. I'm sure everybody there are losers.

Right then, the door opened. I gasped and closed the book, trying my best to hide it. But that wouldn't be possible, so I just hung it on the opposite side of my door.

"Ever heard of knocking?" I cried, looking up to see it was Pascal.

"My apologies," He replied. "I just wanted to get to know you some more."

I nodded slowly, packing my diary back in my bag. "What do you want to know?"

"Hmm . . ." He thought for a moment, taking a seat on my bed which was right beside my dresser. "Well, how about this. When is your birthday?"

"Spring twenty-sixth," I replied.

"Well, what is your favourite food?"

"I really like tomatoes." That was easy to answer. "But my favourite food is tomato juice."

He nodded. "Well you'll be glad to know that all the food on Waffle Island is delicious."

Hm. I wonder why.

I nodded. "That's good."

"It's almost midnight, if I were you I'd be getting some rest," He informed me. I nodded.

Wow, already midnight?

He stood up and headed for the door, but I stopped him.

"Just don't forget to knock next time."

He nodded and smiled, leaving my room and closing the door

I sighed and stood up, getting my pajamas out of my clothing bag. At least mom let me keep those.

I slipped into my pajamas and sat on my bed. It wasn't very comfy, but it was better than nothing.

I got under the blankets, fluffed my pillow and sighed. How was it possible to enjoy ranching, if you're the only girl ever to do it? It's my brothers' fault . . . But it's hard to stay mad at him when he has a disease.

I woke up to a knock on my door. I groaned lightly, swung my feet out of bed and gave a light "come in."

"Get dressed, sleepy head," Pascal said after opening the door. "We're almost there."

I raised an eyebrow. Almost there? How long had I been sleeping?

I nodded and he closed the door. I got some clothes that mom had packed out of my bag, and slipped them on. I combed my hair, but decided to skip brushing my teeth, just for today. I didn't feel like asking where the washroom was.

I opened my door and walked down a long hallway. It only led one way, so I figured that way was deck. That and I remembered from when I first got on.

Not long after I started walking, I reached the deck. Pascal was there, leaning forward on the railing. I walked up beside him and he pointed to a little island in the distance.

"See that?" He asked. "That's Waffle Island. It looks far but it's actually quite close."

I folded my arms on the railing and sighed. I really hoped this wasn't going to be as bad as I thought it would be . . .

When he said it was close, he wasn't kidding.

We made to Waffle Island about five minutes after he showed me. Pascal lowered the ramp and we carefully walked down it, onto the dock. This wasn't what I was expecting.

I set down my bags and looked around.

There was a building right beside the dock. The sign said "On The Hook," so I assumed that was what it was called. I guessed it was a fishing place, considering the sign had a fish on it.

In front of use was what looked like a General Store, a Clinic and a Tailor Shop. There was also a tall building that I guessed was an inn of some sort. I saw the top of a huge house behind the shops, but all I could see from here was the roof.

Not long after we docked, a short man with white hair and a blue jacket ran up to us with a big grin on his face.

"Hello!" He greeted. "My name is Hamilton. I'm the mayor of Waffle Town! You must be Shalin!"

I nodded and held out a hand, managing a smile. "Yep, that's me. Nice to meet you, mayor." He grabbed my hand and shook it, his grin never fading.

Soon after we shook hands, somebody walked beside the mayor. I looked at him and my eyes widened slightly.

He had blonde hair, with one lock of hair sticking up. He had blue eyes, which looked quite bored, with a sweater vest and a light purple shirt under it. He had dark blue plaid pants and brown shoes, along with a pair of dark blue socks. He was also carrying a book with him in his right hand.

He coughed and I shook my head.

"Hm . . . You must be Shalin," the man – who was about my age – commented.

I nodded and held out a hand. "Yep, that's me," I replied. He said nothing, and walked away. I lowered my hand and raised an eyebrow at the man's back.

Hamilton rubbed the back of his neck. "Excuse him, he's just a little . . . stressed is all. That's Gill, my one and only son. You'll be seeing him around quite often."

I nodded and looked at Hamilton. "No hard feelings," I replied, but inside I was thinking the opposite.

What a jerk.

'Well," Hamilton continued. "Let me show you around Waffle Town." I nodded and followed him.

"That's On The Hook. It's a fishing place, where they sell cooked or grilled fish. They also offer part time jobs," Hamilton explained. I was hardly listening, though.

He showed me around the town. He showed me the General Store, where I met Barbara, Simon and Phoebe, and I could tell Phoebe and I would be good friends. He also showed me the Clinic, where I met Jin, Perry and Irene, he showed me the Tailor Shop where I met Candace, Shelly and Luna, and he showed me the Sundae Inn where I met Jake, Colleen, Yolanda, Maya, Chase, Hayden and Kathy. He also showed me the Town Hall, and explained to me that Gill worked there. I had mixed feelings for that guy . . .

He also showed me his house. It was huge. He told me Gill lived there but I already guessed that. I mean, of course his son would live with him, right?

And last but not least, he showed me Wood Ranch at Caramel River District. It wasn't really what I expected; I thought it would be kind of like a wood cabin. But it was better, I guess. It was painted white and it had a pink roof. Why did it have a pink roof . . .?

The next things I noticed were the coop and the barn. I would check the animals out once the mayor left.

There was also a plot of soil, which I assumed was for planting. Hamilton was nice enough to give me some potato seeds as a start.

"But where do I get a hoe?" I asked him. How do you plant without a hoe? "And a watering can?"

"Oh, of course! I almost forgot," He then gave me a simple hoe and watering can. "There is a seed farm near here called Soufflé Farm. The workers there are Ruth, Craig, Taylor, and Anissa. Craig was nice enough to let you have those."

I nodded. "I'll have to say thanks sometime."

Hamilton nodded. "I'd show you around more, but you and I both have work to do." I nodded and waved. As Hamilton left, I sighed.

Where do I start?

She finally meets Gill! And he ends up being an ass! Hurray!

But don't worry, I'm thinking of some ways to make those two . . . you know.

Can you tell why I made Shalin like tomatoes? Huh huh huh?

And can you tell why I made Shalin have a diary? Huh huh huh?

You know I'm actually excited for Shalin to meet Luke and Bo. I dunno why. I also had a lot of trouble explaining Gills' clothing XD But I hope you could tell it was him before Hamilton introduced him.

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