A/N: Okay, back again for Chapter 2! Sorry for the wait, though I do think I came out with this chapter faster than I expected. XD Well, I'll not keep you waiting. Here we go!

*Chapter begun on 3/17/17. Updated story on 3/20/17.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns. This is a work of fanfiction written purely for entertainment.

*EDIT 1/13/22: Updated story with Chapter 4 and tried to fix up all chapters so far to look nicer and more professional.

Upon entering the house, Holly was immediately set upon by a small, white and brown assailant. Fortunately, Frank's Jack Russell terrier, Lucky, was not big or inclined enough to do more than dance about her ankles, jump and paw at her legs, and bark.

"Lucky!" Frank scolded, peering down at the dog, who immediately settled at the sound of his master's disapproval. "Now, what've I told you 'bout jumpin' on guests?" Lucky looked appropriately chastised, ears and tail lowering, though there was still that terrier spark in his eyes, which were intently focused on Holly.

She couldn't help but giggle. He was precious. The sound of her soft laughter caused the dog to resume his rapid tail-wagging. Frank having a dog earned him a few points in Holly's book. She loved dogs, and had never gotten to have one of her own growing up. That would be one thing to remedy once she settled in on her farm, she decided then and there as she reached down to let Lucky sniff her hand. She would most assuredly be getting herself a dog.

"It's okay," she said, giggling again as Lucky licked her hand, and she crouched and moved her hand to scratch behind his ears. "He's really cute."

Frank made what sounded like an approving noise, and Holly looked back up at him. "He likes ya. Well, he likes most everybody in town," he added with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. "Not much of a guard dog, but a darn good pal." They both grew quiet for a moment, then Frank cleared his throat and set down Holly's luggage. "Well, lemme put on some coffee, and you can relax for a bit. Long journey and all," he said, shuffling over to the kitchen.

"Right, then," Frank said as he set two steaming cups of coffee onto the dining table. He took a seat in one chair, Holly already occupying the chair opposite him. "Let's not forget why you're here, Holly. You wanna become a farmer, yeah?"

"Yes sir," Holly answered, moving the hot cup close but not yet taking a sip. Lucky sat at Holly's feet, his gaze fixed on his new friend in the hopes that, if she had anything edible up there, she might deign to share it with him. "It's been something I've wanted to do ever since I was a kid."

Frank smiled, obviously pleased to hear that. "Makes me real happy to hear that you want to do the same thing with your life that I do," he said, though his smile faded as his gaze turned more serious. He looked her in the eyes with a sudden, sharp blue stare that reminded her quite a bit of her father. "But don't you forget it's Ma Nature you'll be tackling," he warned. "Some days can get real rough. Around these parts we can get some pretty bad storms at times. The occasional summer typhoon or blizzard in the winter'll hit real hard. Growing crops and raisin' animals ain't a walk in the park either. Both can be as temperamental as the weather." He leaned forward in his chair, studying her. "You really sure this is what you want to do?"

Holly looked down at her mug, holding it with both hands. It was true, the career, the life she was choosing would not be an easy one. She could easily mess up. Despite the things she had read about, she had no prior farming experience. The trips she and her mother had made to that old petting farm as a child did not count. Aside from the things she had seen on television or read about in books, she would be going into this blind. She could plant her crops wrong, could over-water them, plant the wrong one doing the wrong season. Her animals could hate her. She could end up making a mistake caring for them, and that could make things go badly as well. She knew these things. And the thought of messing up worried her. But she still wanted this. Really, truly wanted it. It had never been a phase, some silly notion she had taken into her head that she would merely give up on once the amusement wore off.

She wanted to have her own stretch of land, all her own. She wanted to bring forth life from the earth itself, life she had planted there. She wanted to have creatures of her very own to love and care for, creatures that could rely on her and love her right back. And she wanted to prove to her dad that he was wrong.

She could do it.

And she would.

"Yes, I am sure," she said with a renewed sense of conviction that she felt through her very being. She looked back up and met Frank's gaze with her own Heiss blue eyes. "This is what I want. More than anything. It's what I've always wanted and it's what I'm going to do. No matter what anyone says."

Frank stared her down. She stared back. Then Frank grinned. "Hah! Good answer!" He sat back in his chair, lifting his mug of coffee to his mouth and taking a careful sip. "No wonder you were able to get that stubborn old bear Daryl to back down. You got a lotta him in you, ya know?"

Holly's brow furrowed at that, but she said nothing in response. Her mother had told her essentially the same thing after she and her dad had initially argued over whether she could be a farmer. She wasn't sure she liked the idea that she took so much after her father.

Frank continued, unaware of her thoughts. "Now, I know I said some stuff that mighta scared you," he said, taking another swig of his coffee, "but around these parts, the harder you work, the more Ma Nature is liable to reward you. That I can guarantee."

Suddenly, a low growl rumbled forth, and Frank gave a hearty laugh. "Oops! Sorry 'bout that. Guess my stomach is remindin' me it's gettin' on supper time. Time to get to makin' some food." He got up from the table as Holly took a sip of her coffee, about to rise as well.

"Y'know what?" Frank said as she rose halfway out of her chair, giving her a clunky, heavy pat on the shoulder that was wholly unexpected and caused her to plop right back down into it. "I'll cook you up somethin' right scrumptious in celebration of your brand new life here! No need to do anything now, missy, you just wait right there. You're my guest, after all!"

About half an hour later, the pair were both seated at the table again, eating slices of a delicious vegetable pizza Frank had made from his own crops. Holly had never had its like before. She'd always been a pepperoni and cheese kind of gal, but she had to admit, this was delicious. "This is really good, Uncle Frank," she said when she had a free moment between mouthfuls.

Frank chuckled. "That's mighty kind of ya to say, missy. Nothing beats a home-cooked meal, I say."

They enjoyed the pizza while partaking in some light conversation, Holly telling Frank about the trip to the petting farm she'd taken as a child with her mother, which had led to more trips, and the birth of her dream to become a farmer herself. Frank in turn told her a bit about his own life, and his farm. Holly couldn't wait to see more of it and get to learning the ropes. They talked and talked, and before they knew it the pizza was gone, they were stuffed, and night had come. The hoot of an owl echoed outside as Frank led Holly to the guest room she would be using while she stayed at her uncle's house. He brought her luggage in for her, and set it down with a grunt.

"Here you are, missy. This is your room while you're here. Now," he said, scratching his beard thoughtfully, "I'd love to take you down to your farm first thing tomorrow, but it's still bein' worked on."

"Oh, I see," Holly answered, trying to hide her disappointment. She had been hoping to get to see it tomorrow.

Frank seemed to sense her disappointment anyway, and gave her a small smile. "Hey now, no worries. Shouldn't be too much longer. And tomorrow, I'll be giving you the grand tour of Westown instead. How's that sound?"

Not much better, but Holly couldn't deny that she was curious about the little town. "Sounds good, Uncle Frank," she said, returning the smile. Really, Frank didn't have to do all this for her, but he was doing it anyway. And she was grateful. "Thanks."

"Ain't no problem, Holly," he said. "Well, at any rate, it's time for bed. G'night, Holly." He turned and left the room, shutting the door and leaving his niece to her thoughts.

Holly picked up her suitcase, grabbed the handle of her rolly bag, and moved over to sit on the bed. It really was starting to sink in, now. She was really here! She was really going to have her own farm! Her dream was on the brink of coming true!

"I can do this," she said softly, taking a deep breath. She grinned. "Ill show you, Dad. I'll make you eat your words."

After changing into her nightclothes and taking care of her toilette for the night, it began to hit Holly how very tired she was from her trip. Yawning, she went to turn down the covers of the bed, then remembered one more thing. She had bought herself a journal before coming here, as she had thought about writing down her thoughts and such, or just what happened during her day, when she started up her farm. But really, why not start right now? She might as well get into the habit of it now. Reaching into her suitcase she found the thick, leather-bound green journal, and opened it to the first page. She wrote her name and the date of starting her writings in the inside of the cover, and then, peered thoughtfully at the first blank page. What to write?

=Entry 1, March 1st, Year 1

So... I'm not used to writing in a journal or anything. In fact, this is my first real attempt at doing something like this. Writing down my thoughts. My day. My life. Hmm... Chronicling. I think I like that term. It seems fitting. The chronicling of my life as a farmer from here on out.

"The Chronicles of the Farm of Holly"

""The Chronicles of Holly"

"Chronicles of the Farm"

Eh... I'll think of something.

Anyway... I met my Uncle Frank today. He only saw me once when I was a baby, so I didn't remember him from before. But he seems really nice. He's going to teach me how to farm, and I'm staying with him until my own farm is all fixed up for me. He has a cute little Jack Russell terrier named Lucky. He's super cute. Uncle Frank made pizza and Lucky was begging and drooling almost the whole time.

I... I still can't believe this is really happening. I'm really here. I'm really going to have my own farm!

I'm still mad at my Dad. I can't believe he said all the stuff he did. Treated me like a child, said I couldn't do it. Well you know what, Dad. I'm 19 years old, now. I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm an adult and this is what I want. And I'll show you that I can do this. I don't know why I'm writing to you as if you'll read this. Because you won't. But still.

Yeah.

Anyway, I should probably get to bed. Big day tomorrow. Uncle Frank is taking me out to tour the town. Might get to meet some new people, so I need my beauty sleep.

Holly Heiss, on her first day of her new life, out!

Crap, I didn't introduce myself at the start of this journal. Isn't that what people who write journals do?

I have... no clue.

Oops.

Okay, but for real, now. Bedtime. Goodnight, journal that is not a person so why I am talking to it like it is one I have no idea.

A/N: Okay, so that went okay. I think. The journal entry was unplanned, but I think I like it. I feel like it expands on Holly's character a bit. XD And I forgot to mention in the first chapter, but I am using dialogue from the game at least in some parts. I'm trying to add my own twist in there, though, and hopefully most of the dialogue will soon become my own. I'm tired of writing Frank's intro. :'D

Also as you may have noticed, I put "March", the month, instead of merely "Spring". This is because I tend to try and make my stories as realistic as I can, while still trying to keep to the spirit of the world in which it takes place. For instance, for me, Spring is March, April and May, Summer is June, July and August, Fall is September, October and November, and Winter is December, January and February. I realize that this will probably make things like birthdays, holidays and festivals exceedingly more complicated than they need to be, but I am just crazy enough to attempt it anyways. XD I'll probably make errors somewhere, but I'll try to have a story that makes sense, but still feels like Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons. Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it. :'D

Fun Fact: I kept Holly's default name and appearance, but when it came to her birthday, I randomized it. Her birthday is Summer (July) 6th. Also gave her the Tycoon trait. Because moneys. X3