THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER I HOPE TO BE OF MANY, IT MAY START OFF SLOW, BUT TRUST ME IT DOES GET ZANIER AS YOU GO. I MUST ADMIT I DONT OWN HARVEST MOON OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. HOWEVER I OWN FLASHJACK COS' YOU CANT OWN MY NAME.
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It almost seemed like fate led me to Forget-Me-Not Valley. It was where I made a living, learned the value of community, met a whole lot of new people and met Rock.
Before arriving I worked at a Mc Donald's in a cold city where a person's compassion is relative to ones bank balance. People would merely occupy the same space, In fear for there lives, their jobs, their families, the Iraqis, their make-up, the state of the world, obesity, Scientists churning fresher and more creating ways of getting cancer, GM foods, the quality of air. Not to mention how the media escalated even the smallest elevation in petty crimes (like shoplifting) to look like a crime wave.
I received a call from my dads' solicitor while I was dispensing another overpriced artificial piece of crap to another fat person in what seemed like a never-ending line of fat people and spoiled brats. Knowing where my dad lived, his solicitor might be a postman on weekdays.
"Jack there is no easy way to say this, but your dad recently passed away" Dads apparent EX-Solicitor said on the other end.
Yes, My father. I must have been five years old when my dad came out of the closet and left my mum in a truly Jerry Springer worthy break-up. Then he skipped town. Every so often I'd receive a letter from him telling me about the simple life and about Julian or Sebastian or whoever hi latest fling was with.
"What did he die of"? I ask him. I ask to be polite.
"Apparently he fell off his horse and cracked his skull open" I winced as I heard.
"Well thanks for telling me" I say as I'm about to hang up.
"WAIT!" He yelled to get my attention "You were included in his will" Suddenly this conversation got a hell of a lot more interesting. "He left you his estate and everything on it"
Suddenly my Boss Mr Johansson came up to me "JACK! Can't I take my eyes off you for a second without you making personal calls? There are hungry people out there who want burgers and YOUR not it to them. Not get to WORK"
"But sir my dad just died" I pled to him.
He put his arm around my shoulder and disconnected the phone. "I believed that the first time I heard that. Listen Jack, being part of a business is like a game and everyone on the team has a job and you haven't been playing at a hundred percent. Shape up Jack, otherwise your gonna be on the bench" He walked away. Me: I was puzzled by his statement. Not to mention that he disconnected the line.
I sighed and I jumped as the phone rang again.
"Did you hang up? Something happened to the line. I thought I'd call again, can you hear me! Mayday Mayday!"? He asked.
"I'm here" I say. I saw Mr Johansson leering at me from around the corner "I'm here, my boss doesn't like me making private calls." I whisper.
"The man can be a real bitch sometimes. Well, perhaps you'd like to spend the weekend here? After all it is your property now"
"I'd LOVE to" I said loudly in spite.
"Come to Forget-Me-Not valley and ask for Guastafa, They'll know where I'll be.
"I see you then"
