Whew, one rewrite down, five to go. And I'm not even on break yet. Whoo ;D
So basically my rewrites are just going to be adding a bit of content to what's already there so I don't ruin the storyline. And now I shut up so you can all go on reading.

It had been three years since I could trust anyone. Where I used to be the happiest, most social girl on the planet, it had all been changed by one person. I had truly loved him, and he had betrayed me. I thought he was the only one that I could spend my life with, and that he felt the same towards me. But when I found out he was cheating on me, not only did he break my heart, but he crushed my spirit as well.

He had been secretly going out with my best friend for a year when I found out. Neither of them told me, and why would they? They were both through with me, focused instead upon nothing but hurting me and my pride. And when I did finally find out, he came out with "Who would ever want to go out with you anyway? You're ugly, stupid, and all you ever do is talk about you and your feelings. I want more excitement!" That single, lone statement finished me off for good.

So ever since that day, I've done nothing but keep to myself. I secluded myself from my family and friends, avoiding people to the best of my abilities, and generally hiding from prying eyes. The only things that I seemed to still trust, and that I could open up to, were animals. They didn't judge you on anything but if you fed them and gave them good care.

That's why I moved to Waffle Island in the first place. I had been looking for a place to start a farm and ranch, somewhere that I could live surrounded by animals and as far away from people as physically possible. It was the first place I saw. I moved there with nothing but a few sets of clothes and a rucksack carrying a few of my belongings that I still cherished. I didn't need anything else that I originally had.

I decided I may as well meet the people so they knew who in the heck I was, and so that I wouldn't be getting even worse stares when I walked down the streets. None of them really caught my attention—a few were kind of strange, but nothing more. Some also gave things to me to use in my new lifestyle, such as tools, books, and seeds.

I never really left my ranch for any reason, except on occasion to buy more seeds or upgrade tools, and very rarely, when I actually had a decent amount of money on hand, to upgrade my house or have a new building built. I didn't see the point in leaving all that often to socialize, if they were all going to betray me anyways in one way or another. I had never regained my optimistic side.

One day, a boy with Cerulean blue hair and a flame print bandana, who's name, as I understood it, was Luke, called to me on my way past the carpenter's going home. I turned to look at him, my usual 'what in the heck do you want' look on my face. I saw him running towards me, waving, with a stupidly large grin on his face as he made his way up the dirt path.

"Hey, Lukai! You want to go get some dinner with me? I just finished my work for the day, and I don't have anything handy to eat. I'll pay," he said when he got up to me. I turned back around with a single motion from my feet, attempting to shrug him off, and continued on my way home, nose in the air. Unlike most of the folks that I had run into thusfar, he didn't give up as easily as I had hoped.

"Hey, c'mon! It'll be fun! Eating's always better when you have others to share it with," he said, running back in front of me, blocking my way. First I moved to my right slightly, eyes open just enough to see in front of me, prepared to walk around the nuisance of a guy. He quickly caught on to my plan, and moved to his left to block my path once more. I shot him a glare, and went to my own left, trying the same method. Once again, I was cut off by yellow eyes, watching me hopefully. I sighed, and my head drooped. Looked like there was no way around it.

"Fine. Just keep in mind I'm not the talkative type," I grumbled quietly, looking away unhappily.

"Yeah! That's the spirit! Meet at the Sundae Inn at six!" he exclaimed, giving the air a punch before running off back towards the carpenter's. I looked at my watch, and sighed once more. 5:30. I had half an hour.

This was the exact type of situation that I liked to avoid. People had managed to figure out ways to get on my nerves quite easily since my incident; the hyper talkative types in particular.

When I got to the Inn, Luke was nowhere in sight, inside or out. I leaned against the fence outside for a few minutes, watching the sky, trying to figure out the best method of going through this.

Eat, answer any questions he has, leave. Seemed like a good enough plan to me.

When Luke finally arrived, he was waving and thanking me for coming. "The way you were acting back there, I was afraid you wouldn't show," he said, beaming. "Glad you made it." I facepalmed internally. He was afraid that I wouldn't show, and yet he's the one that shows up late? Real smooth, kid. Real smooth. I followed him into the inn, sitting down at the table that I noticed he had chosen.

That guy is like an automatic twenty-questions machine. He practically forced me into telling him about myself, how old I was, where I had come from, even my favorite color, by doing nothing but begging in an exceedingly annoying fashion, when I knew full well that I had previously told him that I was not a talkative person. I felt as if something had swiped the words out of me. By the time I got home, I was ready to pass out.

He was nice enough to not bother me about what I didn't want to talk about, though, I thought as I laid on my bed, my arm over my eyes to block out the light.

Eeyup, there's that. Going to be getting down to my chapter two rewrite soon with any luck. I'm also hoping to FINALLY update the actual story itself and add in some new chapters when I finish the rewrites, so keep yourselves posted!