El: Welcome to Someoneudontknow5's new story!

Me: Yeah, read enjoy and don't forget to review!

Disclaimer; ...You can guess what goes here.

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Hi! Me? I'm Claire, a petite blond that lives on a farm in Mineral Town.

I know what you're thinking; I'm just some girl that led a boring everyday life, wanted a change of scenery and found true love. Well... Not quite. I'm also the girl that got a huge reality check and came crashing back down to earth from her little cloud. And honestly not so much of a girl anymore... I'm 21 years old and I just spent the wackiest year of my life.

Instead of making long, complicated and useless sentences like the ones above, I'll just tell you all about it. Right from the beginning.

It was a snowy winter afternoon...

One year ago, somewhere in the city.

A young blond woman opened the door of her apartment and shuffled in quickly. The day had been freezing and it was with relief that she relished in the indoor warmth. While stamping her boots to get rid of the snow that stuck to them she tried to warm up her nose. It felt like it was going to fall off any second and she was sure it was an unsightly red.

With her boots off Claire headed for her room where she peeled off the many layers of clothing she had been wearing and hopped quickly in the shower. 15 minutes later found Claire on her couch, trying to get the knots out of her long blond hair. As she concentrated on the task, she couldn't help but think about her day. It had been, to put it frankly, boring to tears.

Claire worked for an insurance company. When she had applied for the post, the blond had been thrilled at the thought of helping people. Tchah. Helping people. Yeah right. All she did nowadays was listen to some rich brats ramble on endlessly and whine about their "problems". After all, they had to know, did the insurance company cover a broken nail? What about a bad haircut? And that wasn't the worst part. The topic of the conversation would often change to the girls' outfits. Did this dress go with these shoes? Was the makeup too light or on the contrary was there too much? By then, Claire often felt a need to hit her head on her desk or jump out the window.

Claire was now convinced that it was her boss that gave her these clients because he was out to get her. Maybe she shouldn't have run away from his office screaming "Pedophile! Scary pervert!" On her first day there. That might have hurt his feelings a little. Claire rolled her eyes as she made herself a cup of hot chocolate, how else was she supposed to react? He had asked her to eat lunch with him and Claire had seen enough horror movies to know she had to run away. Honestly, he was like what, 42? And bald. Claire was not into old baldies.

Wrenching her mind away from work, Claire plonked down on the couch, sipping her hot chocolate contently. As she looked outside, her blue eyes traced people making their way through the street in what was left of the snow. Spring was approaching rapidly and it would be here in a week or two.

Whistling a simple tune, Claire reached over to her handbag and she pulled out the newspaper she had bought earlier in the street. Flipping the pages, her eyes quickly scanned the headlines. Boring, she thought, boring, extra boring, comics, boring, bo-what? With a squeal of delight, Claire backed up to the comics and read them, her favorite page.

A couple minutes of nonstop laughing later, Claire finished the comics and her eye caught on a advertisement. She read it sceptically.

How would you like to enjoy a peaceful and refreshing farm life?

Buy your own farm now!

Please contact MT realtor at 012-345-689

Claire blinked as an odd feeling of déjà-vu overcame her. The ad sounded familiar but she couldn't place her finger on it. Then it struck her. For her last birthday, she had received a game called More Friends of Mineral Town. In it, the character led a boring life and decided to buy a farm (which turned out to be a dump by the way) and she had to revive it. Claire had always been struck by the similarity of the everyday life between her and the principal character.

Claire had always adored that game and had often dreamed of the same thing happening to her. With a gasp, Claire's eyes went from the newspaper she had dropped on her lap to her phone. Newspaper. Phone. Newspaper. Phone.

Finally, while feeling a combination of exhilaration and stupidity, Claire picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Hello, MT Realtor? I'm calling about the farm..."

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El: And there we go! First chapter!

Me: Tell us what you think! Second chapter will be up soon, and don't forget to review! (this chapter is pretty short but the others will be longer!)