Fioran Curse: Chelsea's Tale

Chapter 2 - New Town

The smells of the barbeque were making 5-year-old Chelsea Marshall hungry. Her father expertly handled the grill while her mother was making a salad. Chelsea herself was swinging, singing. The summer day was ending. And it was another wonderful one.

"Mommy! Look! No hands!," Chelsea called, giggling.

"Chelsea dear, you'll hurt yourself." Her mother hid a chuckle as she glanced at her daughter. "Put your hands back on the chains, please."

"Okay, mommy" The little girl obeyed, still laughing.

"How long until her powers will show up, Steve?," Mrs Marshall asked, with sadness in her voice.

"Hopefully never. We've had to move so much because we were worried they would, but it seems like they won't for sure."

Chelsea wasn't paying attention to Tom Nook's rant. Her mind was elsewhere, wandering her memories. There were so many friends to say good-bye too, and she never knew why. There were so many homes left behind. She never thought to ask why. "Can this one last...?," she asked herself softly. The young girl realized Nook was still talking.

"Oi! You! Are you listening to me?!," Nook yelled, shaking his fist.

"Hm? Sorry. I was thinking of.. something. You were saying?"

"...humans and their short attention spans... Well, you DO seem pretty harmless, so I guess you can stay. Come on, come on." Nook said, leading Chelsea to a small neighbourhood with 4 small houses. One had a red roof, beside that was a house with an orange roof. Across from that house was one with a green roof. And finally, there was a yellow roofed one beside the green roofed one. Chelsea looked around, trying to find something positive to say.

"Well, here you are. Take your pick, hm?" Nook chuckled.

Chelsea nodded and went inside the red house, only to find it unfurnished, except for a tape deck, an orange box and a journal. The wallpaper was coming off and the floor was cold. Chelsea blinked. Nook was actually selling a house that looked like this?! She backed out and inspected the other houses. They were just as ill-treated. She thought it over carefully as she stepped out of the house.

"Well? How did you like them?" Nook looked so proud of himself, Chelsea couldn't tell him she hated the houses.

"Well... they're... er... unique. I'll take... uh.." Chelsea tried to remember the one she had deemed most livable. "The one with the yellow roof."

"Excellent, excellent. Now the price of this beautiful house is 19, 800 Bells!" Nook chuckled.

"Sure thing... uh..." Chelsea pulled out a bag of Bells. "Oh come on, I know I have more than just 1,000 Bells..." She checked her pockets and her carry-on bag. "Here"

"All right! This is... NOT NEARLY ENOUGH!!!" Nook shouted, even though he knew he was making her pay 18, 000 Bells too much.

"What am I going to do?" Chelsea wailed, trying not to cry. "Crying is a sign of weakness. I will NOT- oh, bugger. I've started, and now I can't stop!" True enough, tears were falling down Chelsea's cheeks.

"Well, you need a place to stay. I guess I can let you work part-time at my store to pay off the rest. Okay then! It's decided. Show up at 9:00 am, and not a second later!" Nook ran off, chuckling some more.

"DON'T I GET A SAY IN THIS?!" Chelsea yelled to the wind, not caring if Nook couldn't hear her.

She sighed and staggered into her new "home", getting ready to rest for the long day ahead.

(A/N: Okay, hopefully this is longer. I'm trying to decide between 2 titles for chapter 3: New Life or New Friends. Keep reading, all! See you! Oh, and keep reviewing! ANNNNNNNNNNNNND, I'M OUT!)