009. Seasons

Karina stifled a yawn, staring at the long list of chores that her mother had set out for her that day. It was all cataloguing and organizing, necessary for running a general store but incredibly boring nonetheless. This was a day for napping, not for working.

But if I nap now, I'll get yelled at again later, the teenager reminded herself with a sigh. She hated work.

Hazel wanted her to make sure that all of the supplies were categorized by season, adding the note "ESPECIALLY THE SEEDS!" to the list in large letters.

Does it really matter? Karina thought, glancing around at the shelves. Farmers already know what seeds can grow when… If I had my way, everything could just stay where it was set, and the customers could look for what they wanted themselves. Then I wouldn't have to do anything.

The "Spring Seeds" shelf was to her right. Karina looked over the colored bags. Pink Turnips, 80G. Cabbages, 100G. Onions, 110G. Strawberries, 260 G (Yum, strawberries…). Pink Melons, 620G.

Looks all right to me…

Karina moved on to the next shelf, labeled "Summer Seeds," with some trepidation. There were many more of the little seed bags on this shelf, since hurricanes often destroyed crops.

Cucumbers, 80G. Tomatoes, 140G. Corn, 130G. Pumpkin, 220G. Eggplant, 160G.

Huh. Not so many after all.

She turned around and accidently kicked over a bottle of Formula A, sighing as the green liquid spilled across the floor. Perfect. Another thing I have to do. Where does Mom keep the rags, anyway?

As the teenager half-heartedly searched for the rags, her eyes landed on the shelf for "Autumn Seeds."

Potatoes, 90 G. Carrots, 100G. Yams, 120G. Spinach, 60G (Who likes these vegetables, anyway? Besides Marian, I mean. She has weird tastes in everything.). Green Peppers, 150G.

Having found a rag, Karina began to mop up the Formula A. The cloth quickly absorbed the thin liquid.

There's just winter left, right? "Winter Seeds"…

Turnips, 130G (Why are regular turnips so much more expensive than pink turnips?). Leeks, 120G. Daikons, 160G. White Cabbages, 200G (White Cabbages don't taste any better than normal cabbages. What makes them so special?). Hot-Hot Fruit, 470G.

There. That's done.

Karina yawned and tossed the rag aside. Isn't it time for a break yet? I'm sick of working.

Mom won't notice if I close my eyes for just a bit…

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"Karina!"